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a double take when she saw him. He knew when he was dressed and cleaned up, there was no doubt about it, he was a fine dark skinned brother. He popped a Peppermint in his mouth that he had stolen out of the
    "Jerry's Kids" box at 7-11, and didn't donate one penny to, and rang Tressa's doorbell at exactly 11:47 p.m.
    "Ding, Ding, Dong, Ding, Ding, Dong." The doorbell chimes sounded.
    Tressa, wore out from work and resting her feet, sat on the couch near the door and was trying to gather some energy to get up. Tressa was so tired and burnt out from working her three jobs, but she would never complain.
    Before rising from her comfortable position she asked.
    "Who's there?"
    "It's Luck."
    Tressa was glad to hear his voice because she knew that he was bringing money, but she did not feel like 30
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    entertaining any company. She dragged herself up to open the door. "Hi." She said drowsily.
    "Hey, what's up?" Lucky said.
    Lucky began to look around her apartment, it was not what he had expected at all. He knew she had class.
    Not only did she talk the talk, but he had no idea that she walked the walk too. He remembered how Taj had talked about her struggles, so the picture he painted of how Tressa lived couldn't have been anymore wrong than he was. Boy, was he impressed. He couldn't keep from looking around, obviously adoring her taste and style. She had mirrors covering every wall, even the cocktail tables and entertainment center were mirrors. The carpet and living room furniture was white with silver flower accented roses on the tables. Even her picture frames on the mirrored octagon stand were silver or mirror. He walked over to look at the pictures on the stand.
    "You, ummm, you really got a nice place. This place is beautiful. I know your man must feel comfortable when he comes home from a hard day's work."
    "Thanks." She said with a little giggle. "No, there isn't any man shacked up with me. If it was, believe me, you wouldn't be here right now bringing me no money." He smiled.
    "Would you like something to drink?" Tressa offered.
    "Yeah."
    "What would you like? I have water, OJ, cranberry juice, Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Sprite and Heineken."
    "Give me ummm Sprite."
    She brought it to him in a Champagne glass. He had already put the $52,000 on the table. He pointed to the money before he took the glass from her.
    "When do your classes start back up?"
    "They don't begin until next semester, but I have to register and pay for them now."
    "That should be enough money to pay for school and quit two of your jobs. I think yo brotha told me your classes cost like 12G's a year. Yo brother's lawyer is paid in full. I got tha receipt in my pocket. Plus, I went down the to jail and looked out for Taj real decent, so he'll be a'ight for a minute on commissary. And when that gets low, I'll stack it up again."
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    "Thank you Luck. I really appreciate it."
    "No problem."
    He was getting too comfortable when his pager went off and he realized that there was somewhere else he had to be.
    He looked at his pager, and stood up. "Duty calls.
    Thanks for the thirst quencher."
    "Anytime."
    "Call me anytime if you need anything, day or night."
    "Thanks, and be safe OK." She called out to him when he was halfway down the steps.
    Luck couldn't figure it out, the way Tressa told him to be safe, really did something to him. None of his other girls or women had even cared about his well being, not even his own mother. All they ever cared about was that his pockets overflowed with cash and how quickly they could spend his money, including his mother. That was the only reason she came to visit him weekly. She wanted control over his cars and money while he was in the slammer. His mother never told him don't hustle, she only held her hand out. But the way Tressa said "be safe", was his conformation that he had to have Tressa. He wanted Tressa bad, real