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you saying you don’t believe me?”
    “I ain’t saying that...”
    “Look, don’t play games with me,” she cut me off, “Because that’s exactly what you’re saying. So just know that I don’t give a fuck what you do. Because you can’t do shit to me. Not no more. And I mean that! All them days of you fucking around on me with dirty bitches and bringing three different kids home to me with their trifling ass baby mama’s is over.”
    “Bitch! If anybody’s trifling, it’s your ass!” Frances yelled out.
    “Now Ricky, I know goodness well you ain’t get that skank ass hoe to call me on three-way.”
    “Bitch, you’re the skank!”
    “You know what, Ricky? Talk to your project ass baby-mama, ’cause I ain’t got time for this shit!” Kira told me and then she hung up. And right before I got ready to blast Frances ass for opening up her fucking mouth, the time on my call ran out. So I called her back. And as soon as my call went through, I lit her stupid ass up.
    “Now why the fuck did you open your fucking mouth? Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”
    “Yeah. But she started talking shit about me.”
    “Who the fuck cares! I had some real important shit to tell her. So all you had to do was just be quiet until after I said what I had to say. I mean, come on, dawg! I’m in a real fuckedup situation right now, and only her dumb ass can help me get out of it. So the next time you hear that bitch say something about you while you got me on your three-way, don’t say nothing. Just go on up to the shop and beat her ass again. That’s all.”
    “But...,” she started to explain but I cut her off and said, “But nothing, Frances. Don’t do that shit again. A’ight?”
    She sucked her teeth and said, “A’ight.”
    After that was settled, I flipped the script on her ass and acted like nothing happened. “Whatcha wearing?” I started off saying.
    “Whatcha mean?” she asked me.
    “I mean, whatcha got on?”
    “Oh, nothing but a light blue tube top and a blue and white tennis skirt.”
    “What kind of panties you wearing?”
    “Come on, Ricky. You know I don’t wear nothing but thongs.”
    “Damn! I bet that ass still look phat to death.”
    “You know it,” she commented in a bragging way.
    “Won’tcha come on down here, so I can see it.”
    “Now you know I ain’t trying to run into Kira.”
    “That bitch ain’t coming down here!”
    “Well, when are your visiting days?”
    “We got ’em today and Saturday.”
    “What time?”
    “From eleven to nine.”
    “A’ight, then. I’ma come.”
    “What time?”
    “I’ll be down there by seven.”
    “Good. ’Cause I wanna see your ass in that thong so I can beat my dick.”
    Frances laughed at me and said, “Ricky, them people gon’ put my ass out of that visiting room if I try to pull my skirt up and show you my ass.”
    “They ain’t gon’ see it if you get the spot at the end by the wall. Shit, niggas in here get their girls to do that shit all the time.”
    “Well, I guess I’m gonna have to show you these titties too since you ain’t seen them in a long time.”
    “Yeah, that sounds good,” I replied.
    That’s the type of action I need right now since it’s been a minute since I got me some pussy. So before we got disconnected, I grilled her about two more times so she wouldn’t forget about getting that spot. I told her that if somebody else beat her to it, then she might as well carry her ass home ’cause I ain’t gon’ be in the mood to talk. I wanna see some ass. And that’s it!

A Few Minutes Later
    “That was Ricky, wasn’t it?” Rhonda asked me right after following me out the back door of the shop.
    “Yep,” I said, as if I was utterly disgusted.
    “So, what did he say?” she asked.
    And since I didn’t feel like going through the whole spill about the shit with me supposedly snitching on Ricky, I told her, “Nothing. But he wants me to come down to the jail to see him.”
    “Well, what did