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trying to unscrew it from my body. My big toe started to tingle while my mouth fell open slightly.
     
    Shit, I guess honesty is the best policy and my rock hard dick could testify to that fact.

Fuck Patience
     
              Letting shit slide is a very difficult thing to do. Yesterday when Tyce told me about the whole lunch thing I really had to control my anger. That’s why I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let that shit go! Women go back and forth with each other cat fighting, pulling out weaves, and slapping each other left and right. I hear people all the time talking about how silly ladies look fighting over a man, when they should be slapping his ass. But, this situation was completely different. My man told me the truth and I knew how ruthless Dallas was. Plus she knew he was with me and not to mention the fact that I was carrying his baby. So I had every right to confront her and direct my hostility toward her back stabbing ass.
              That was exactly my thoughts as I dialed her number for the second time that week. I knew she would answer the call all geeked up because I was calling from Tyce’s phone. I wanted to be sure she would pick up so I asked him to borrow his phone. He knew what I was up to, but he didn’t say anything. He just handed me the phone and flashed a sexy grin. I pulled into the lot of my jeweler’s store parking my car to the right of the entrance. First I turned my music down and then I dialed the number of the biggest hoe bag in town. Just like I thought, she answered after just one ring.
“What took you so long to call me baby?” She asked seductively.
“Bitch, this aint Tyce! It’s me and I’m not your baby trick.”
“What? What the hell are you doin’ callin’ me… again . Didn’t you get the message last time that I don’t wanna talk to you?”
“Oh, I don’t wanna talk to you either! I jus’ want you to meet me in the bathroom at the Crenshaw mall in exactly an hour.”
    Angelique rolled down her window to let some fresh air in.
“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Dallas sucked her teeth.
“Are you retarded?” Angelique snapped back. “ I said meet me in the bathroom at the Crenshaw Mall. Did you hear that or do you need the Whisper 2000 ?”
    Angelique uttered, slowly annunciating every syllable.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You wanna fight me?” Dallas couldn’t believe it.
“No bitch we’re not gonna fight! I’ma whoop yo ass!”
“Aren’t you forgetting somethin’ you silly bitch?”
Angelique raised her eyebrows, “And what is that?”
“YOU’RE PREGNANT BITCH!!” Dallas screamed into the phone.
“SO THE FUCK WHAT?!” Angelique screamed back. “You bold enough to see my nigga! Be bold enough to see me!”
    The phone went silent. Neither woman spoke for what seemed like an eternity.
Dallas finally broke the silence, “Ok bitch. You wanna get your ass beat, so I’ll grant your wish. You think I’m this soft serve bitch but I’ma show your crazy ass jus’ how gangsta I can get!”
“Jus’ have your ass there in an hour so I can slam your pretty little face into the sink.” Angelique threatened.
“Oh, I’ll be there and I’ll be sure to put some butter on the door way so you can squeeze your big rectangular ass through it.” Dallas taunted.
Angelique hung up the phone and smiled to herself. In an hour she would be locked in a public bathroom one on one with her worst enemy. Damn life was good. She couldn’t wait to wrap her hands around Dallas’s scrawny little throat.
     
    But for now-she was going to buy a pair of tear drop diamond ear rings and get her diamond necklace steam cleaned.

Father Figure
     
              It was two weeks until Angelique’s due date and I was nervous as hell. I read all the baby books I could get my hands on to pass the time, but I still felt like I was unprepared. I knew to lay the baby on its side so the child wouldn’t choke to death. I knew to hold the baby up under the