“Oh, word? And who’s we?”

“Me and this wet pussy.” She giggles. “Where you been? I called you three times yesterday.”

I take another toke from my blunt. “I had a family emergency. Why, you need some dick?”

“And you already know,” she says, soundin’ all sexy ’n shit. “Is everything okay with your family?”

I sigh into the phone, frontin’ like a nigga’s all down and whatnot. “Yeah, I hope so. But, I don’t really wanna talk about it, right now.”

“Baby, I understand. Just know I’m here for you if you need me.”

“Thanks, I ’preciate that. Listen, I do need you to do me a favor, though.”

“Just tell me what it is, you know I got you.”

I grin, makin’ a left onto Raritan Avenue. “I need you to pick me up in Linden, then drop me off home.”

“Just tell me when and where, and I’m there.” I tell her where to pick me up, and what time to be there, then hang up. Fifteen minutes later, I finish smokin’ the rest of my blunt, turnin’ up into Tamera’s apartment complex. I make sure I don’t leave anything in her shit before puttin’ her keys in the glove compartment. I get out, lockin’ the fuckin’ doors. That’s for talkin’ shit, bitch, I think, slammin’ the door shut. I walk to the corner, and ten minutes later, Akina whips around the block in her forest-green 2007 745i, lookin’ fly as hell in her fresh Versace shades.

She unlocks the doors, and I slide in. “What’s the deal, baby girl?” I ask, closin’ the door, then leanin’ over and givin’ her some tongue action. “You ready to fuck?”

“All damn day,” she says, runnin’ her hand along my thigh, then grabbin’ at my dick.

“Then let’s roll,” I say, flippin’ open my cell, and callin’ Tamera’s ass back. When she picks up, I say, “Aye, yo, I parked ya shit.”

“Where, motherfucker?”

“In ya muthafuckin’ parkin’ lot.”

“Well, where are my goddamn keys, nigga?”