Shuwanda lowers her voice and says, “Giiiirrl, he’s fine.”

“Thanks,” she says, smiling. “I really have to admit, I got me a damn good man.”

Alicia walks by, ear hustling as usual. She stops, puts one hand on her wide hip, and says, “Chile, and a good man is hard to come by; especially one that doesn’t come with a bunch of unnecessary baggage and bullshit. Or one who wants to cheat on you or beat you.”

Shuwanda adds, “Or wants you to be his momma.”

“Or is too damn emotionally needy,” Alicia adds.

“Wellllllll,” I say, raising my hand in the air. “Sounds like ya’ll trying to get service started up in here. ’Cause you preaching.”

Robyn’s smile widens as she retrieves her phone and begins to text. “Thank God, I don’t have to deal with any of that. I am truly blessed.”

“Amen to that,” Bianca cosigns.

A few minutes later, I peep her “blessing” getting up and walking over toward us. Everyone practically stops what they’re doing, drooling as he makes his way over. My eyes are fixed on him as well, but I quickly shift them when he locks his eyes on mine. He speaks to everyone, and we all speak back.

Robyn digs in her bag and pulls out a set of keys. “By the time you get back, I should be almost done.”

“Aiight, I’ll be back in an hour. Ya’ll ladies take care.” He glances over at me on the sly.

I blink, blink again. Hearing his voice; watching his swagger, it hits me. OhmyGod, I had this nigga’s dick in the back of my throat.

FIVE

After all this time, besides not having steady access to Jasper’s dick, or being able to lay in his arms at night, I don’t know what I hate more about going to see him in prison—the drive or the painstaking process. When Jasper was at Rahway State…uh, I mean East Jersey State Prison, it wasn’t bad—the drive that is. Hell, we could fuck if we wanted.