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a while back. It was a known fact that you couldn’t be soft out there. You had to let those motherfucker’s know you meant business because if you didn’t, the fiends, the bitches, and the snitches would swallow your ass right on up. And I couldn’t have that. I had shit I had to do and a goal to make, so I was going to stay focused.
    As I drove by the long row of one-floor apartment buildings made out of cream-colored stucco, with air conditioners posted up in one window of every house and surrounded by nothing but dirt and cement, I couldn’t imagine why those people wanted to live like that. The kids were playing outside in the dirt—I assumed they were making mud pies—while the cats made their trades a couple of feet away. The kids’ mothers were nowhere in sight. The whole scene was crazy. And I knew right then that I wasn’t going to be able to take much of it. The sooner I could get my dough up, the sooner I could kiss this place goodbye.
    The moment I turned my car ignition off, I noticed the front door of this chick Melody’s crib was open, which wasn’t a good look since I had to be in there with all this work. Anybody could bum-rush that crib at the drop of a dime . . . and what the hell would I be able to do about it? Nothing but stand there and look stupid as a motherfucker. When I got right up to the screen door I yelled out her name. “Ay yo, Melody!”
    “Yeah, who is it?” she said.
    “Come open up the door,” I replied instead of yelling my name out loud.
    In less than three seconds, I heard shorty walking toward the front door. When she appeared on the other side of the screen door, she smiled, showing me every last one of her pearly white teeth and the dimples in her cheeks. I mean, the chick was drop-dead gorgeous with her light brown eyes and soft caramel skin tone.
    “So, you ain’t gon’ tell me your name?” she asked sarcastically.
    “I didn’t say it because I didn’t want them niggas over there to hear me,” I told her, referring to a couple of young cats I saw a few feet away. They were huddled around by a tree, making wisecracks at each other.
    “That ain’t nobody but my brother and his friends.”
    “Oh, so that’s why you got your door wide open?”
    “Yeah, that’s one of the reasons.”
    “Well, I’m Seth, and if you don’t mind, I would prefer if you kept it closed, especially while I’m here.”
    “Mike told me to look out for you, so I will,” Melody commented, giving me a cute little smirk.
    “I’m glad to hear that,” I replied as I walked into her place.
    I stepped away from the door, giving her enough room to close and lock it. Then Melody said, “Come on, let’s go into the kitchen.”
    I followed her, and believe me, I got the chance to get a complete mental picture of her entire frame, which got me to wondering how she got all that ass into them little-ass shorts. My dick was getting hard just watching her cheeks hang from the bottom of them joints, so you know I was fighting myself to keep from grabbing her around her waist and pulling her back to me, so my dick could rest up against her. I wanted to feel how soft her ass was so bad; but I knew I couldn’t.
    When I took my eyes off her ass and look backed at her again, I got weak just thinking about what I could do to her. And what was really crazy was that homegirl looked just like Melyssa Ford. She was a shorter version, but she had the same big titties, small waist, and fat ass. I was really trying to figure out why Mike only fucked with this chick to use her crib as a spot. She was a keeper, if you asked me. If I were in his shoes, I would take shorty’s pretty ass out of this hellhole and set her up somewhere where her kid could go outside and play without worrying about getting shot. But hey, I guessed Mike had his reasons.
    “Where the shit at?” Melody asked once we were in the kitchen.
    “It’s right here.” I handed it to her.
    “A’ight. Well, take a seat right there.”