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  “Nah. I’m going to Woodburne. They right next to each other though.”

  She pumped soap from the dispenser and rubbed it all over her hands.

  “This my first time riding. My baby’s father just got sent up for something he didn’t even do! But I’ma keep it real, regardless. He got five years, and me and my son gone do all five of them years right along with him.”

  Stupid ass. She was looking at me like I was supposed to agree with that nonsense. Her picture came through real clear. Home-permed hair that had broken off all around the edges, dirty sneakers, nice body, but no style. I gave her a phony smile, then strutted out the bathroom without another word.

  The little convenience store was hopping. I grabbed a pack of Doublemint gum, some Red Hots, and a pineapple soda, and found the end of the line. I tapped my foot as more people came in and went out. I wanted to hurry up and get back on the bus and try to find another seat. Sitting up under Big Girl’s funky ass for the next few hours just wasn’t gonna do.

  Five minutes later I was going out the door holding my goodies in a brown paper bag, when some ghetto drama popped off right in front of me.

  “Uh-uh, bitch!” yelled a girl who had been walking out the door right ahead of me. She must have come off the second bus because I didn’t recognize her from mine. She was skinny and had big titties, and was holding the hand of a little boy who was about two. He looked like a typical jailhouse baby who’d probably been making bus trips upstate his whole life. He had on baggy jeans, a Rocawear shirt, and a tiny pair of fresh blue Timbs. Mad gold chains dangled from his neck and both of his wrists, and two diamond studs were in his little ears.

  “I don’t know who you on your way to visit,” she beefed to a thick sistah with long braids who had been just about to come in the store, “but it better not be my goddamn man!”

  “Bitch, please!” the other girl said. “Talk that shit to him! If Naequon say he wanna see me, then ain’t you or nobody else gonna stop me from making a visit!”

  “Naequon ain’t say shit! You not even on his list! Your ass is ’bout to be riding eight hours for nothing ’cause only one of us is getting up in that jail, and that’s me!”

  Hands went up and somebody got smushed.

  Blows got thrown and the baby got knocked to the ground.

  “No fighting in here!” yelled the old white man behind the counter.

  Your ass is about to get vict’d.

  It was the perfect diversion and city slickstas took full advantage.

  I glanced behind me and saw people on line sticking shit all in their pockets and up under their clothes.

  Homegirls was tussling. Scratching faces and busting lips.

  “I’m calling the police!” the white man yelled, running out from behind the counter.

  Both girls were cursing and screaming. The baby was still stretched out on the floor with his legs in the air, scared and hollering at the top of his lungs. His little hat had fallen off, and one of his gold bangles was on the floor.

  I didn’t even think twice. I rushed over to where that baby was laying, scooped up that little bangle, then stepped over those two fighting bitches and got my ass right back on the bus.

  Unfortunately for me, I had to sit right back down next to Big Girl again. Everybody had either left something in their seats, or had left somebody watching their seats, and as usual the bus was packed to capacity.

  We stopped a couple more times, but I waited until we hit Sullivan County before getting off the bus again. This time when I went into the gas station bathroom I took care of business for real. I took a baggy from a zipper compartment of my overnight bag and pulled out three wrapped condoms, then went through what had become my twice-monthly routine.

  I opened the first condom and wiped off some of the goo, then blew into it and stretched it out. Then I took a small blue balloon from the other plastic bag I had stashed in my purse. I slipped it into the condom and slid it all the way down into the tip. Tying off the thin, slippery material as close to the balloon as possible, I bit off the remainder and spit it in the toilet, then parted my pussy lips and pushed the package as deeply inside me as I could get it. I did this three more times, until my coochie was nice and stuffed. I contracted my fuck-muscles over and over until I felt comfortable, then left the stall and washed my hands.

  I knew the drill, and when we got to the penitentiary I breezed past the prison paperwork and the guards like a champ. I sat in the waiting room chatting and blending in with the hundred million other wifeys as we waited for our men. This was one time when I wasn’t trying to draw attention, so I kept myself in the middle of the crowd.

  As always, I found me a dumb-ass who had too damn many kids for her own good, so I latched on to her and “helped” her out.

  “Here, girl.” I grinned at a chick I’d seen practically falling off the bus with all her shit. “Let me help you, ma.” I snatched her diaper bag, then scooped up her barely walking little brat as she dragged a big bag of food and three other whining kids behind her.

  I stuck with the little family until I saw them bringing Sincere out, then I pushed that soggy-tailed baby off my lap and ran over to an empty table to see my boo.

  “What it be like, sexy?” Sincere greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss. I grinned up at him and returned the love.

  “Hey baby,” I said, checking out his six-foot-five-inch, muscled body in his Enyce shirt and starched prison pants. “I missed you, baby. Is everything okay?”

  He nodded, and winked at me with a grin.

  “It’s all good, baby girl. Now that you here.”

  We sat down at a table and held hands, catching each other up on the details of the last two weeks. As we chatted I looked around, busting bitches tryna eye my man. I laughed inside because Sincere was too fine. With caramel skin and thick, curly hair, his dark eyes and dimpled chin was enough to turn any bitch out. Which, along with his long dick and even longer cheddar, was how he had gotten me.

  I’d met Sincere through my best friend Tai. Me and her had grown up in the same building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, and gone to school together since the third grade. Tai and me were opposites in looks, but we was tight as hell and she always had my back.

  I was working at a gentlemen’s club called the G-Spot when Tai decided she wanted to hook me up.

  “I know this gorgeous guy who wants to meet you,” Tai had told me while wolfing down her second slice of pizza with extra cheese, jalapeños and pepperoni. She was treating me to lunch on 125th Street, and trying to convince me to meet her friend.

  “You know how I do, Tai.” I picked at my crust. “I ain’t looking for no relationship or no Big Daddy who wanna fall in love and have a house full of screaming kids and all that shit. I do what I do, and that’s how I roll. Damn, girl. Get up on a napkin. You got grease dripping all off your chin.”

  Tai had wiped her mouth and waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. You hook up with paid niggas and live large off their asses. That’s why you don’t want no relationship, Saucy. ’Cause even if a dude is clean and decent, if he can’t trick his cash out on you, then you don’t wanna be bothered with his ass.”

  I nodded. “And what’s your point?”

  She stopped chewing and laughed. “I guess I don’t have one. Unless you consider the fact that your money train is about to jump off the damn tracks. Ain’t that guy from the navy getting ready to head out to sea? Don’t you usually find your next victim before you let the one you scamming dry up? And just how many damn bank loans did you get that stupid-ass guy to take out for you anyway?”

  Tai was right. I had been milking the shit outta this old-head in the navy. He had rented me an apartment in Manhattan and only wanted to see me once a week. His military pay was good, but he had a wife and some kids down in Brooklyn, so he had taken out a navy loan and paid my rent up for six months in advance. He was rotating back out to sea in a few weeks, and while my rent was paid up for two more months and I had some real
fly jewelry, I didn’t have nothing stable lined up after that.

  “So who is this guy who wants to meet me? And if he’s one of them paid niggas that I like to roll with, then how the hell do you know him?”

  Tai rolled her eyes. More grease dripped down her chin as she pushed another slice of pizza into her mouth. “His brother comes in the studio where I work. He had a party a couple of nights ago and invited me. He saw that picture of us on my key chain and started hounding me to introduce you.”

  I went along to meet him reluctantly, but for once Tai was on target when it came down to men. She knew I wouldn’t even entertain no broke-ass herb, and I found out in a hurry that Sincere was far from that. He had high-powered connections and long bank, and we clicked right off the bat. Sincere was real raw and spontaneous with his dick, and I liked that shit. He liked to sneak up on me anywhere and everywhere and get him some na-na, and that turned me straight out.

  “Open them damn legs,” he demanded one morning when I was standing over the stove trying to fry him some potatoes. We had been up fucking all night and my gushy was good and sore, but Sincere still had much juice left in him.

  “Ouch!” I squealed as he bent me over. My titties barely missed the damn frying pan full of bubbling grease, and I braced myself with my palms against the stove as he started biting my neck and fingering my clit through my mint-green thong. He bit me hard on the back of my neck, then slung me down to the floor and got on top of me. I liked that rough shit, but I wasn’t gonna let him see it.

  I raised my knees and fought him off, pushing against his chest and slapping at his hands. He balled his fingers up in my hair and wrapped a long piece around his fist. I wasn’t about getting my damn hair yanked by no motherfucka, and when I opened my mouth to scream on him, he bit my bottom lip then dragged his scratchy chin down my chest and caught my nipple in his teeth, biting it too.

  I arched my back and he almost sucked my whole titty into his mouth, like he was gonna swallow it. That shit hurt and felt good at the same time, and my scream came out sounding real close to a moan. He was grinding his hard dick on my mound and I opened my legs as he gripped my hips and pulled me up to meet his deep strokes.

  Pussy sore? Not no more!

  Sincere got me naked on that floor, and with the potatoes frying to a crisp in the pan above us, my sexual hunger went into overdrive. Sincere pulled out his pretty dick and stroked it a few times. A big drop of semen wet the head up, and I massaged his thighs as I looked at it, my mouth watering. He got even more aggressive with me and slammed that dick straight up in my tunnel and then pulled it out real quick. I gasped and he plunged in again, then snatched that meat away as my pussy muscles clenched and tried to lock it down.

  We played that game for a few while Sincere stared in my face with his thumbs brushing my hard nipples. He was rocking me up to the edge, then letting me slip back as my nipples got even harder and the slow burn of a gigantic nut started working its way from my asshole all the way up to my aching clit.

  I couldn’t take it no more. The next time that nigga slid that perfect meat up in my wetness I locked my legs behind his back and held on. I bucked my ass off the floor, screaming as tiny splatters of grease exploded out the pan and rained down on us.

  Sincere snatched his dick outta me again and grabbed it in his hand. He pressed the tip to my glistening pussy and slid it up and down over my clit, back and forth, until I came like that. Then he moved down lower, sliding his lips down my stomach as his teeth clinked on my belly ring. He dug into my skin as he gripped my thighs, his fingers separating my folds, splitting them apart as he lapped at my curly brown mound, then covered my clit with his hot lips.

  Sincere handled my body like he knew all my secrets, and when he finally slammed that big dick up in me again we was both shrieking out loud, me from the orgasm that had my pussy quaking like one big gigantic nerve, and him from that hot grease jumping out the pan and starbursting down onto his back.

  And sitting across from him in prison right now and laughing at something he said, I realized just how good our thing had been while it lasted. Even knowing what I knew, it was hard for me to just give my good thing up, but this nigga had a debt to pay. He had shit all over my life, forcing me to do all kinds of craziness just to survive, and he was about to know it.

  We spent the first hour of our visit in the reception room playing by the rules under the guards’ watchful eye.

  “Yo, is the baby still sick? Did you take him to the doctor?” he finally asked.

  “Of course,” I said, smiling sweetly at his code words. Our baby stayed sick ’cause we played this game twice a month. “But he’s better now. Fat and happy and in the best of health.”

  Sincere reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, and seconds later I stood up.

  “Excuse me, boo,” I said, playing the game out. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

  I slipped off my jacket and stood up, knowing I had every male eye in the room stuck to my high, bouncy ass.

  “You bakin’ that cake, baby.” Sincere laughed with appreciation. I was eye candy and both of us loved flaunting that shit. Sincere had once told me that every inmate on a visit probably went back to his cell and tore his meat off to the memory of what I looked like from behind.

  Inside the visitors’ bathroom I worked quickly. I pulled down my jeans and stuck one finger up my pussy, feeling for the condoms that were full of a mixture of heroin and cocaine. I pushed down like I was taking a shit, then extracted them one by one. I tore the condoms open and dropped them in the toilet, then took off one of my earrings and poked about twenty tiny holes in each balloon.

  When that was done, I took a small alcohol pad from my purse and cleaned off the tip of my earring and stuck it back into my ear, then placed the balloons snugly in my mouth, two on each side between my teeth and my cheek, making sure none of them got close to the silver barbell stud in my tongue. As soon as I was satisfied, I flushed the toilet and booked.

  This is where shit had to speed up, and I made sure it did. Back at the table I sat down across from Sincere and forced myself to keep up with his easy conversation. He leaned back in his chair, relaxed and unstressed, and two minutes later when the guard announced that everybody was free to go outside to the picnic area, he came around the table and took my hand.

  We walked outside with everybody else. But there was one difference. Sincere was doing all the talking, while I just nodded my head and moved my lips a little bit. In the open air of the fenced yard, we headed over to an empty picnic table, and that’s where Sincere went for the switch.

  Before sitting down he scooped me up in his strong arms and gave me a long, deep kiss. We made the transfer expertly, just like we’d done countless times before, and when I felt him swallow for the last time I knew it spelled success.

  “You been brushing your teeth?” Sincere joked after he sat back down. “Your mouth tastes funny.”

  I laughed and kicked him under the table. “That’s pussy, baby,” I teased him. “You ain’t had none in so long you done forgot what it tastes like.”

  I giggled, shaking my long hair and letting it flow, because I knew how much he liked it when I did that. The next hour or so dragged by. I was nervous inside, but I damn sure didn’t show it. I played it off like this was just an ordinary visit. We went back inside and both of us got tuna sandwiches and a bottle of Pepsi for lunch. It was right about this time that Sincere usually told me the address for the money pickup. I always played dumb like shit didn’t stick in my head, so he told me early enough to give me enough time to memorize his directions way before the visit ended.

  “I think I’m gonna start taking the baby to see a new doctor,” I prompted him when he finished eating his sandwich. “Do you know where I can find any good ones?” I rubbed his fingers, flashing dimples at him from all directions.

  “Yeah,” he said. “I know of a few.”

  He wiped his arm across his forehead. “There’s a rea
l good pediatrician at thirty-two…damn!” Sweat started popping up all over his skin and he ran his hands down his face. “It’s hotter than shit up in here.”

  I took a small bite of my sandwich and shrugged like the temperature felt just fine to me.

  “Drink some soda,” I told him, sliding him his can. “Thirty-two what? Gimme the rest of the address so I can take the baby.”

  Sincere stood up and stretched his arms over his head, then shook his head back and forth a few times like he needed to clear it.

  “The baby, boo,” I urged him. “You know how hard it is on me when he gets sick. Just tell me where you want me to take him.”

  By now sweat was dripping off his chin and his shirt was soaking through.

  “Sit down, dammit!” I whispered, glancing at the COs to see if they noticed. “And tell me where to take the fuckin’ baby!”

  Sincere started taking big deep breaths and walking around in circles.

  “What the hell is wrong?” I asked, getting nervous. That shit was getting to him faster than I had expected. I didn’t know how long it would take for his stomach acids to go to work and the drugs to seep from the balloons, but I’d wanted to be long gone by the time he got to this point. “Gimme the fuckin’ address, dammit!”

  “S-s-something ain’t clickin’,” he muttered. He started moving his mouth all funny. Gulping real big like he was trying to swallow a whole fuckin’ desert. “What is this? W-what? What you…what the fuck…Saucy?”

  “Yeah,” I laughed, coming straight up outta my game. “That’s me, baby. You got my name right. Let’s see who else name you know. You ever heard of—” I cupped my hand around my mouth and whispered what had been the most precious name in my whole world to him, then grinned. Sincere looked shocked and shook, and that’s when I knew for sure that my boy Akbar had been speaking the truth.

  “Oh yeah. That shit sounds familiar don’t it? Well it just oughta ’cause it’s payback time, motherfuckah!”

  “Bitch…you set me…” Sincere fell to his knees and leaned on one arm to brace himself.