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Toni had no idea she was on to her. Justice was glad that Toni had never come off on her the wrong way because that would have been the end of their friendship.
    Justice took a better look at the Hispanic-looking girl and noticed how much she resembled Tandora, the Dominican drug-dealing chick that had been responsible for her brother’s death. Her mind reeled for a moment as she was taken back to that fateful day once more. She vowed to get revenge on Tan. Through Sapphire she had learned that Tan had moved from Rock Hill, South Carolina and was now living somewhere in Charlotte, but she wasn’t sure exactly where. Yet she knew it would not be hard to find her. Justice turned back to the bar and told one of her bartenders to fix her another apple martini while she contemplated the torture she wanted to inflict on that bitch.

CHAPTER SIX
    While ending a phone call with her father, Tan pulled up to a circular driveway of a mini-mansion in the Southeast Ballentyne area of Charlotte with a sprawling manicured lawn. She parked her copper-colored S-Class Benz behind a platinum-colored Jaguar. After parking, she retrieved her briefcase from the backseat before exiting. As she climbed out of the Benz, the short skirt she wore rose high up on her thick, bronze colored thighs, almost revealing her thong. Her long, beautiful legs glided like those of a gazelle as she walked toward the large double-doors. Her heels click-clacked on the pavement with each confident step she took. Before she could reach the doors, one of them swung open. An African-American woman in her mid to late twenties, the same age as Tan, stood in the doorway wearing a wrap-around short skirt and Louboutin pumps.
    Rudely, Tan whisked right past the woman without even speaking. The woman watched dumbfounded as Tan bustled her way through the foyer and disappeared into the spaciously elegant sitting room. The woman was still standing in the doorway with her mouth agape, unable to believe Tan’s audacity. She closed the door and followed Tan into the room. Now posed in the doorway to the sitting room with her hands glued to her wide hips, she watched Tan plop down on the eggshell white circular leather sofa. Tan lay the briefcase on the glass top of the expensive mahogany coffee table neatly decorated with magazines such as Essence, Don Diva and The Robb Report.
    Tan proceeded to kick off her heels and kick her feet up on the table next to the briefcase. She turned her head to the left and finally asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?” She had felt the woman’s eyes on her.
    “You a fuckin’ trip. You know that right?” The woman spoke with a Northern accent, which gave hint to her New Jersey roots.
    Tan sucked her teeth and motioned with her index finger for the woman to come toward her. Reluctantly the woman approached with a slight attitude. Tan reached for the universal remote a foot or two away from her on the large sofa. With the remote in hand, she clicked on the surround sound system and selected a CD. Moments later, the room was filled with the voice of the late great Gerald Levert crooning “Baby I’m ready.” Tan closed her eyes and swayed her head slowly to the rhythm as she sang along with the Velvet Teddy Bear. When she reopened her eyes, the woman stood so close that their legs were touching. Looking the woman up and down, Tan then reached out and caressed her caramel skin. Starting at the woman’s toned calves Tan worked her hands up the woman’s thick thighs. When her hand disappeared beneath the woman’s skirt, Tan heard her sudden intake of air through her parted lips.
      The woman placed her hand on Tan’s and caressed it gently. She then bent down and met mouth-to-mouth with Tan as they explored each other’s tongues. Tan’s hand continued to snake its way through the woman’s pantyless crotch area, slipping and sliding in wetness.
    After a minute or two of frolicking, the woman broke the kiss and slowly removed