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spray on them that I could easily unlatch if somebody broke bad on me.
    My car was about three blocks away, so we chitchatted a little as we walked. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw somebody following us. It was late and I didn’t take any chances. I eased the top off of the pepper spray just in case.
    â€œSo this young tender you leaving me for, Darius?” I heard someone yell. I turned around to see an older guy, probably about sixty-five years or older, standing with a bat in his hand. My mouth flung open.
    â€œWhat in the he—” That was all I could get out before the old dude started swinging. I ducked just in time, but Darius wasn’t so lucky. When I looked over I saw him on the ground balled up. I looked at the old dude, who still had rage in his eyes. He looked as if he was going to swing again. I quickly pulled out the pepper spray, sprayed his ass like I was using a can of Raid on some roaches, and then hauled my ass out of there. I sprinted all the way to my car. As I got there I was shaking, fumbling my keys, and looking behind me to see if I was in the clear like a white girl in a horror flick. I jumped in my car and sped off like a bat out of hell. I wasn’t going to that club ever again.
    As I was driving down the block, which happened to be the one I had just sprinted up to get to my car, I noticed that the old dude was still whipping Darius’s ass. I just shook my head and kept it moving. I dodged a bullet there. Just think, I could have taken that chump home and old dude probably would have followed me home and bust out my car windows or something. I did not need that shit in my neighborhood. I was still apologizing to my neighbors who were awakened by Ronald beating on my door weeks ago.
    As I pulled up to my door, guess who was sitting on my stoop? Yep, it was Ronald. I must have talked his ass up.
    â€œHey, baby,” he said as I got out the car and made my way up to the steps.
    â€œWhat do you want? Didn’t I put you out weeks ago? Why are you back here?” I asked as I walked past him and up to my door. This guy was a thorn in my side. Really!
    He walked up behind me and pressed up against me with his hard dick against my ass. He reached around and grabbed my dick with his hand and massaged it. I fumbled my keys, missing a lock for the second time in an hour.
    I turned around, angry and horny. “Look, I’m tired and—”
    He cut me off with a kiss that made my arms go limp. I dropped my keys and let him take advantage of me. After about a minute he pulled away and looked at me with his eyes piercing me. He was intoxicating, sexy, and irritating as hell.
    â€œNow what were you saying?” he said as I just stared into his eyes.
    â€œUm . . . Um . . . What was I saying?” I stood there on my stoop with my hand on my forehead. His kiss had left me absentminded and dazed.

Chapter 4
    Lewis
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    Love . . . Is That You?
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    â€œHey, boo.” I kissed my best friend Dennis on his forehead as we sat down for lunch. Dennis was a white boy with just as much flare and charisma as me. Though he wasn’t overly feminine like I sometimes could be. I’m not hating I just know who I like to hang out with. We complemented each other well. The only difference between me and him was he had a man. A deep, dark chocolate man. A working man. A construction worker who was all man. He was built strong, just like a Ford truck. Dennis and I met while waiting tables when we worked at Applebee’s during my college years. We had clicked from the start and we had been friends ever since. Dennis was a clothing designer for a reputable fashion line out of DC and he was very good at his job. I even wore some of his designs.
    â€œHey, sir,” he spoke before he took a sip of his tea. We were in Mount Vernon in a quaint little restaurant with a table or two outside. We would meet up here for lunch about twice a week to chitchat and