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and about the Hood . “Believe me, the man was an expert when it came to deflowering young virgins . Hell, I was one of them.”
    “I’m sorry, but that’s just the type we need to stay away from at that age, all smooth, tender and poetic and shit!” Juanita injected.
    With a smile, Yvette said, “Women had a different name for him, I discovered. And to think I was so damned naïve. It took me a year to figure out why women referred to him as the Cherry Picker . ”
    “Damn gal, you were naive.”
    The two shared another laugh.
    “You said he was older. By how much?” Juanita asked.
    “Let me see, I believe he was six years my senior,” Yvette answered. “The man lied so much, I could never be certain about anything he told me.”
    “So what happened between you two? What opened your eyes?”
    “Being a worldly man who enjoyed women, as much as his freedom, I believe he grew leery of my constant talk of marriage upon graduating from high school. He was a young and free spirited person, one not to be tied down by a young provincial dreamer, like myself, regardless of how young and tender and beautiful I was in his eyes. No matter how deliciously sweet, tight and deep the cherry was.”
    “Damn!” Juanita replied. “You’re starting to sound a lot like me. Go on.”
    “Well, in time he fell for a woman closer to his age and mindset. At least that’s how he explained her to me. Someone not interested in marriage or a commitment, I imagine.”
    “I’m tell’n you, those ‘non-committal’ types are giving us women a bad name, you know.”
    “I know…” Yvette replied, her voice trailing.
    “So tell me, when did you suspect something wasn’t on the up and up?”
    “I didn’t suspect anything, not at first,” Yvette replied, as the question hammered at her. “But Terence began to see less and less of me. He was also good at finding an excuse my dumb ass would readily accept to explain why he was away so much.”
    “So you didn’t have a clue what was about to come down,” Juanita injected.
    “No, not really.” Yvette neglected to say that she was not entirely without her suspicions about his comings and goings, thanks to the small town environment she had been raised in. “Anyway, I grew tired of all the whispers going on behind my back so I finally asked him about his frequent absences.”
    “Don’t tell me, he had a good reason for it.”
    “Yes! He attempted to smoothly explain things away, and almost always in a pleading way, ‘Honey, you just can’t believe in all of that damn gossip! How many times do I have to tell you this shit? Listen, what your young ass need to believe in is me, baby. I’m the one doing for you, providing for you. I’m the one here for you. Not those big ass, loose lips, jealous, conniving ' bitch ' friends of yours. Baby, they’re just jealous of what we have. It's you I love. Only you, baby!’ He’d say.”
    “Don’t tell me you fell for that line.”
    “Well, kind’a, especially after he’d kissed me. I guess I found that reassuring at the time. I mean, I was in love with the man. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt.”
    “I see.”
    “I know I shouldn’t have, Juanita. But I’ve learned so much since then.”
    “So what prompted you to kick his ass to the curb?”
    “You would have to ask,” Yvette said, trying to suppress a giggle. “Well, one day I decided to pay him a surprise visit at his place, to share some sudden but unexpected news with him. I’ll always remember that day because it was searing hot and I was perspiring like a wet sponge lying on hot desert sand. Using the key he had given me to his apartment, I quietly entered, knowing that he often slept several hours before going off to work.”
    “Damn, this sounds interesting already,” Juanita jested.
    “To make a long story short, I found Terence and another woman going at it on the sofa in a manner and way he had never done with me.”
    “That low life piece of ghetto