I receive another email from Mr. Well Endowed. I’m 8 inches, uncut.

Oh, okay. Thanks, but no thanks. Only sucking cut dick. I delete his email, getting up from my computer. It’s already going on ten o’clock and I was hoping to have something lined up by eleven so that I can dip out, drop down low, then be back home and in my bed by midnight. But judging by the way things are looking, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be the case.

I head downstairs to the kitchen to get a bottle of Dasani water. For some reason I’m feeling dehydrated. I take a few gulps, then set the bottle down on the counter as my iPhone rings. I glance at the screen, rolling my eyes. It’s Jasper’s cousin, Stax—well, Monty. Stax is his nickname ’cause he’s six-feet-six and chiseled down. And word has it he’s walking with a third leg and a set of balls the size of two juicy plums. Every chick down at the shop has been drooling over him for years, except for me. Personally, as fine as he is, I’ve never looked at him sexually. He’s cool as hell, but the way he leers at me whenever he comes around tells me he’s definitely been looking at me that way. Not that he’s ever said anything out of pocket ’cause he’s always been gentlemanly and respectful around me. It’s just a vibe he gives off. So to avoid any potential situation that could become awkward, I try to keep my distance from him. Besides, Jasper would break his fucking jaw if he ever found out he was checking for me, cousin or not.

“Hey, Stax,” I answer, sitting at the kitchen table.

“What’s good wit’ you, ma?”

“Nothing much; chilling. How’ve you been?”

“I’m chillin’, baby girl. You know how I do.”

“I heard that. So, what’s up?”

“You goin’ down to see Jasp this weekend?”

“Yeah, on Sunday. Why?”