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She pointed to a set of chairs placed at the kitchen table. “I’m gon’ get started over here.” She grabbed a facemask, a coffee grinder, a clear bottle of empty capsules, and a plastic bag of white powder.
    “Is that white powder cut for the heroin?” I asked.
    “Yeah, its baby laxative,” she told me and immediately went to work.
    Watching Melody mix that dope and baby laxative like she was in a lab turned me the hell on. Shorty was definitely about her motherfucking work. She was fast, too, because it took her less than an hour to mix and cap up fifteen hundred pills of dope. The only thing I didn’t like about the whole process was the smell. I mean, the fumes were strong as hell, and if you inhaled enough of it, you were bound to start fucking with it. I couldn’t have that ’cause I didn’t get back into the game to become a dopefiend.
    “You a’ight over there?” Melody asked, right after she dumped all fifteen hundred pills into a Ziploc bag and closed it up.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. But the next time you start mixing that shit up, I’m gonna need to wear one of them masks, too.”
    She laughed. “That shit is strong, ain’t it?”
    “Hell yeah.” I stood.
    She removed her mask and sat it on the countertop. “Here you go.” She handed me the plastic bag. “Go in the living room and sit down while I clean up this mess.”
    “A’ight.” I went into the living room and sat on the sofa.
    Meanwhile, I got a call from Maxine. She was blowing my phone up, too. I started not to answer it, being as though I didn’t want homegirl eavesdropping on my call; but then I figured “what the hell” and answered it after the fourth ring.
    “Why did it take you so long to answer your phone?”
    “Because I was doing something.”
    “Are you OK?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. Stop trying to make something out of nothing!” I said, becoming agitated.
    “Where are you?”
    I sighed heavily. “Come on now, don’t do that. I told you I was fine. Now, I’m gon’ have to call you back.”
    “What time?” she asked.
    “I don’t know,” I snapped.
    “Listen, baby, I am not trying to get you upset. I just want to know where you are.”
    “And I’m not telling you. Now, didn’t we have an agreement?”
    “Yes.”
    “OK, well, let’s stick to it. Before you know it, it’s going to be all over. A’ight?”
    Maxine hesitated and then she said, “All right.”
    “Well, look, I’ma holler at you later.”
    “OK. But please be safe.”
    “I will.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you too,” I replied, but I said it as low as I could. It didn’t do any good, though, because Melody definitely heard me.
    “So, you’re in love, huh?” she asked the moment she walked into the room.
    “Nah, I ain’t in love.”
    “So why did you tell her you loved her?”
    “Because that’s what she wanted to hear.”
    “So you lied to her.” Melody stood directly in front of me with her hands on her hips and her legs wide apart, revealing every angle of her fat pussy.
    “I guess I did,” I responded nonchalantly, but I was very obvious about what I was looking at.
    “You mean to tell me you’re playing with her emotions?”
    I looked down at her pussy once again and then I looked back at her face. “Does it matter?”
    “Yeah, it does matter,” Melody protested in a cute way, pointing her finger at me. “But what I really want to know is, what are you staring at?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
    I smiled. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
    “I ain’t gotta tell you because you already know. So stop playing games.”
    I got up, walked over to her, and stood right in front of her. My body had to be less than an inch away from hers. I was close enough to hear her heartbeat, and when I heard that first thump I said, “You are the one playing games. I mean, look at you, walking around here with them little-ass shorts on, getting a nigga dick all hard. I bet you put them joints on right