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most women would have bounced. He knew he had a ride-or-die chick that was willing to do whatever. Niggas out on the streets were feenin' to get with her and Quan took pride in knowing that he was the only man to ever claim her as his.
    He had been her first in everything. He was her first sexual partner and her first love, and he planned on keeping it that way. Quan was willing to do anything to keep his woman. And to prove it, now that Mo was to be his wife, he decided to let a couple of honeys he fucked with on the side loose, the main one being Sherry.
    Quan could remember the day he got on her like it was yesterday. The year was 2003. He knew by looking in her face she was young but he didn't give a fuck. The fact that she was super thick and that her pussy print looked like a fist was all that mattered to him. Sherry was nineteen, thick and a ghetto-girl. She was everything Mo was not. The only time he would run into her was when she was in Pine Lawn, chilling on "The Hill."
    Homegirl's entire life revolved around kicking it on the block. She didn't have a job, so the only thing she was required to do was go to G.E.D. school, but that was only from 8:30 to 12:30 p.m. Braiding hair, selling weed and getting a monthly check from the state was her only source of income.
    DFS provided her with childcare, so every day after dropping her daughter Versacharee off at daycare and attending school, she would catch the Lucas & Hunt bus over to Natural Bridge and kick it with her best friend Jahquita.
    The two were like Batman and Robin. They were total opposites when it came to looks, though. While Sherry was five foot eight and petite, Jahquita was five foot two and stout.
    Sherry was blessed with milk chocolate skin, a slim waist, curvaceous hips and a plump ass. She changed her hair color every month and her nails always stayed over one and a half inches.
    Jahquita, not wanting to be outdone by her slim friend's frame, wore the same clothes Sherry did, forgetting that she was a size twenty-two. You couldn't tell her that she wasn't the shit. She didn't give a fuck that her belly hung over pants or that her back held three rolls of fat. Jahquita Jenkins had it going on!
    Every day after G.E.D. school, Sherry would come over with her braiding supplies and braid the hair of the dudes on the block. She made pretty good money doing it, too. When she wasn't doing hair, she and Jahquita would do nothing but sit on the porch, smoke trees and watch Quan and his boys talk shit and conduct business. Every now and then they would switch down the street to the corner store where he was posted up at, but that was about it. Sherry was in love with Quan. She'd had a crush on him since she was fourteen. To her he was the epitome of sexiness and cool. She knew he had a girl, but in Sherry's mind he was still fair game.
    It took a while but after a few Hey Quans , licking her lips and throwing her hips, Quan took notice. He found it kinda cute. Even though it was obvious Sherry was checkin' for him, she still hadn't built up the confidence to holla, so he promised himself the next time he saw her he would break the ice.
    It was as hot as a Hebrew slave outside when he spotted her and her girl strutting down the street sucking on a lollipop.
    As usual, Sherry was dressed in her ghetto fab, skimpy attire. She was a logo freak. If it didn't have a name on it, she wasn't wearing it. That day she wore a Tommy Hilfiger belly shirt and mini-skirt with the matching red, white and blue tennis shoes. Burgundy zig-zag cornrows made up her hair-style and white eyeliner was on her eyes, while an add-a-bead adorned her neck.
    "Yo, what's your name? 'Cause you been sweatin' the hell out of me," he teased, eyeing her body hungrily.
    "I don't sweat no nigga ... but if you wanna holla at a lady, you can," Sherry responded skankishly.
    "Oh word?"
    "What, you ain't know?"
    "So what's poppin', shorty? What's your name?" "Sherry." She placed out her hand for a