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It’s ghetto for, ‘I am not playing with your ass.’
       Walking my ass over to the hair chair, Jerome starts to take my damn weave out and I ask this other woman, who was she? I don’t give two fucks I like to know the kind of people I am around just in case I gotta open a can of whoop ass on someone. Hell! These motherfuckers be fooled by the red bottoms. Like I won’t go in on their asses. So while Jerome is working his magic, I get in this woman’s business real damn quick. “Well Alexis, are you and Jerome from the same parts of town and what not?” I asked. “Yes you can say that.” I can’t believe this chick all up in my business. That shit may fly with these motherfuckers, who don’t mind her all in their shit, but being from the Chi, we don’t get down like that. We mind our own fucking business. Unless someone gives up information, then we speak on it. Hell! Even then you got to be careful shit…motherfuckers are sensitive about certain shit.
       “Okaaay, I see we are a little uneasy about folks asking you questions,” I smiled in at her letting her know all is good. Did this bitch just say uneasy? No I am not uneasy. I just don’t like to display all my shit to folks I just fucking met…This bitch Indigo is a trip. I got to ask Jerome how in the hell did he come across a woman like this? “Excuse me Indie it’s not tha….” Does this bitch think she’s about to get another word in, after calling me by the wrong damn name? This bitch know my name. Once it is said, it can never be forgotten. “Hold the hell on.” Hell, I had to take a deep breath on that one. I had to sit the hell up straight in the damn hair chair.
       “Do you think I am gonna let you skip by, and keep right on talking, after calling me by the damn wrong name. Please! Let’s not start no shit, but I will say it for you one more time, my name is Indigo.” Aww shit, I see I got a bitch ready to cut a motherfucker. Okay, let me read this motherfucker one more time, so she know I am not the one who she wants to be fucking with. “Well, Ms. Indigo you can do what you please, and rock how you like, but don’t come for me unless your ass is looking for a fucking fight!” I didn’t even get up and do my ghetto girl stance, this bitch must be crazy if she think she can talk to me any ol’ kind of way. This is not that.
      I don’t see how Jerome deals with this bullshit, and clearly she on some bullshit today. “Now, now ladies please! Calm all that noise down, both of you are my road dogs but I can’t have all this negative energy up in my shop. I need positive energy, and tranquility in my life, and y’all bitches fucking it up in here!” Jerome doing his neck roll with every damn word he speaks, like either one of us really give a fuck what he talking about. All I know, he better check his friend before I have to continue to check her my damn self. “Well I see Ms. Alexis got some bite in her I like it.” Did this chick just smile while saying that shit? Oh! Not only is she a bitch, but she a crazy bitch and I simply don’t have the time. Gathering my things, I told Jerome I would meet him at our spot for drinks later, and let him have time with Ms. INDIGO.  Walking out the door; keys in hand, purse on shoulder. Now I gotta go find out what the hell is up with Curtis ass.
    Yup, mixing the old with the new. No telling how this shit gonna turn out. But don’t be too ready to judge, everyone ain’t what/who they seem(ed) to be.
    Fast forward six weeks later.
     
     
    Jasmine 7
    “Damn baby you truly know how to eat some pussy shit!” His ass is gonna make me tap out in two seconds. The fucking room is spinning, I have squirted and came more times than I can remember. I truly believe his ass is trying to kill me with his head game. What the fuck is he doing to me? “Slurrrrpppppp” “Slurrrrpppppp” Fuck! I am ready to just fuck, now this motherfucker done drew figure eights; spelled the alphabet,