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cluttered the space in front of her. It didn’t matter how many times the companies sent her the letters; they weren’t getting their money because she didn’t have it. Alija was a product of the ghetto. A welfare baby who grew up to become a welfare mother, she had nothing. She banked on her government checks that came on the first of each month and gladly accepted them. They were the reason she did not look for a job because she felt as if she did find a job, her monthly checks would stop coming and they would decrease her food stamps so she was better off depending on the state. A nine to five she had never had, but she always had some type of hustle. Whether it was doing hair, boosting clothes, or hustling men; it didn’t matter. Anything was game as long as it helped her keep money in her pockets and food on her table. A tear escaped from her eye as she thought about what she had been through in the past couple of days. It had put a fear in her heart that she had never known and she knew that she had to do something. It was her responsibility to provide for her family and keep her daughter safe. She needed some money so that she could move her daughter out of the hood and start a new life for them both. Nahla’s hungry cries erupted throughout the room, signaling Alija to check on the bottle. She removed it from the boiling water, tested the temperature on the back of her wrist, and then scooped up her daughter. “What am I going to do baby girl? We all we got, mama.” Her daughter greedily sucked the bottle and Alija smiled as she carried her daughter in her arms as she went to check the mailbox. She was waiting on some paperwork from the state. She had a scheme brewing and she was anxious because it would put some extra money in her pockets. She had convinced her caseworker to give her a $1,200 car voucher. The car that she currently owned wasn’t registered in her name, so it wasn’t hard for her to get the naive white woman to issue her a car credit. She already had one of her girls lined up ready to purchase the voucher for $800 cash. It was a quick way to make some easy money. She never even worried about the repercussions of her actions. It was her way of working the system, but she was tired of depending on the system altogether. She was looking for her way out she just hadn’t found it yet. She carried the mail back into her apartment and frowned when she saw something addressed to Mickey from the US Department of Justice. “Oh shit,” she mumbled as she lay Nahla down on the couch for a nap. She hoped that her sister hadn’t gotten caught up trying to defraud the welfare offices. She knew that if Mickey got caught she wasn’t going down alone. She’d be the first one coming to Alija talking about “Girl they got us.” Alija quickly opened the letter and a sigh of relief escaped her once she saw what it was. It was only a request for Mickey to appear for jury duty selection at the end of the month. She put the letter in her sister’s room and then went back to sorting through her bills trying to figure out which ones she could afford to pay this month.
     
     
    “Ooh right there ’Sheef,” Norelle moaned as her man’s muscular body rested atop of her own, moving in a slow rhythm. His body was so toned and dark. The way that he was making love to her made her back arch and her toes curl. “I love you,” she whispered as she rolled onto her stomach, changing positions so that he could enter her from behind, while she played with her feminine pearl. Kasheef admired Norelle’s perfect body before filling the space between her legs. He rocked in and out of her, while kissing the nape of her neck all at the same time. He felt her body quiver as she reached bliss and with a few deep strokes he joined her in satisfaction. Norelle immediately turned on her side and fell asleep while Kasheef arose to take a shower. After washing his muscular body briefly, he went into the living room and turned on