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knowing she wouldn’t remove the garment until he did.
    With the grace of a trained ballerina, the dancer stretched her legs into an open split and snatched off the rigged G-string, giving Kevin a full view of her Brazilian wax.
    Damn, he thought as she tumbled over backward, allowing him to see her most intimate parts.
    Hours later, Kevin had consumed more than half the bottle of Remy. He glanced at his watch and realized it was after eight. Damn! Where’d the day go? he thought as he stood to leave. But the alcohol took control, spinning the room around and around.
    Kevin stumbled from the club and wobbled to the truck parked in an alley a few blocks away. He climbed inside.
    “ Damn,” he mumbled as he rested his head on the steering wheel in a final attempt to gain control of the spinning. But everything seemed to spin more. “Shit, Ed, I’ma have to find your ass tomorrow.”
    He took a deep breath, started the truck, placed it in gear, and drifted from the alley onto the main street.
    BOOM!
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    Bright lights burned through Kevin’s eyelids as he struggled to pull from his unconscious state. Damn, this is a helluva hangover , he thought. Blinking rapidly, he forced his eyes open. Bit by bit, the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room came into view.
    “ What the fuck is this shit?” Kevin panicked at the sight of the IV protruding from the back of his hand.
    “ Calm down, Mr. Kennard. You’re okay.” The doctor stood at Kevin’s bedside, making his morning rounds. “I’m Dr. Scott, and as you can see, you’re in the hospital.”
    “ Doc, what’s wrong with me? Why am I in here? What happened?”
    “ You were in a car accident three days ago.”
    “ A car accident?”
    “ Yes, sir,” the doctor confirmed. “Mr. Kennard, can you see the clock on the wall?”
    Three days? Oh my God! I know Ma is buggin’ out. I gotta —
    “ Mr. Kennard,” the doctor interrupted him from his thoughts. “Can you tell me what time it is?”
    “ Yeah,” Kevin said as he turned his attention to the wall clock. “It’s eight-forty-five.”
    “ That’s correct.” Dr. Scott rested his clipboard on the bed and applied light pressure to Kevin’s limbs. “Are you experiencing any pain?”
    “ No, none. Doc, you said I’ve been here for three days?”
    “ Yes, since Wednesday evening. We’ve been monitoring you, and you don’t appear to have any internal injuries. Seems you got off very lucky.”
    “ Well, since I’m a’ight, can I go home?”
    “ Can you go home?” The doctor chuckled as if to soften his answer. “Mr. Kennard, you just woke up after being out for three days.”
    “ Yeah, but you said I was fine, right?”
    “ Well, how about we get some food in you first, before we make any plans. Okay?”
    “ A’ight.”
    Damn…when the hell did I have an accident? The last thing I remember is being in the club.
    “ Oh, and one last thing before I forget,” the doctor said as he made notes in Kevin’s file. “Your blood alcohol level was extremely high. Although the police said the accident didn’t appear to be your fault, you weren’t mentally fit to drive. You, sir, have a lot to be thankful for.”

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    God is truly trying to tell me something, Kevin thought as he showered. He knew his life had to change, and he wanted that change to include Simone. She was all he could think of and talk about as his mother drove him home from the hospital.
    “ Kevin, I’ve heard all this before!” Beatrice said over her car radio. “You ain’t telling me nothing new.”
    “ Ma, this time is different. Wait until I introduce you to her.”
    “ Boy, I don’t need to be meeting no whole bunch of grown-butt little girls!”
    “ Ma, she’s not like that,” Kevin said. “She actually reminds me of you.”
    “ Oh gosh, now that’s a new one! What the chile look like? I hope it ain’t that funny-looking thing that lives up on the third floor. I told you I