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shotgun and go off, with her ugly black ass,” Floyd said. “Ain’t nobody wanna be her baby daddy, hearrrrr ?” He gave a loud holler.
    Finest snickered wickedly, again looking in the rearview mirror as if the guys had said too much. “Nah, ol’ girl is outta da picture,” he said quickly and then patted Sinclair’s hand that rested in her lap, giving it a squeeze. “I like what you got on,” he said in a low voice, reaching over and touching her bare skin that showed through the side straps of Unique’s halter-top, the one she borrowed without Unique’s knowledge. He tugged slightly at the G-string on her thong that showed above the turned-down rim of the low-riding sweats. “Yeah, I like this.”
    She was a little taller than Unique but thinner, so it all worked out in the length, but she had to roll them at the waist to keep them up. The thong was the only underwear in Unique’s drawer that still had the tag on it. They were sisters, sure, but sharing panties wasn’t gonna work. She’d repay her as soon as she got a job, or Tanqueray gave her back the money she stole!
    â€œGot my dick hard as a muthafuck.”
    So-an’-so hollered, “Aww shit! Yeah, got my dick hard too, brothaman. Ohhh, I wonder if Malcolm knows his girl over here handing out boners.”
    Sinclair wasn’t sure she liked what he said, or what any of the boys were saying. She looked deep in Finest’s eyes for protection. Surely, he would stop them from saying all this mess. Malcolm had never said anything like this to her before. Sure, he liked her, but as a friend. These guys wanted more. She knew that.
    Sinclair figured one day she would get a man—every girl did—but right now, today, she wasn’t trying to get caught up in no train or nothing. She thought about Tanqueray. What would Tang do or say right now ? But nothing came to her.
    Just then, the familiar scent of cannabis came from the back of the vehicle.
    â€œDon’t mind that foo. He’s full o’ the yay,” Finest said, sensing her discomfort.
    Sinclair sat with her hands clasped in her lap. Her tightly interwined fingers must have been a dead giveaway.
    â€œI was just playing. My dick ain’t hard. I mean, it’s hard but . . .” Finest grinned widely, keeping his eyes on the road.
    â€œFinest, I’m a big girl. I’m not thinking about them niggas. Ain’t nothing jumping off here!” Sinclair tried her best to sound tough, like Tanqueray. “So if they got business to handle, they better handle it themselves.” She jerked her neck slightly. “’Cuz, umm, this here ain’t no party.”
    â€œ Hubbbaaaa, baybeeee, ” So-an’-so sang, high on coke, interrupting Sinclair’s brave front. “Fuck! It’s hot in hurrrr ,” he bellowed loudly, pushing the button to lower the dark window.
    Finest immediately rolled it back up. “You must want the cops to pull us over. Must be fuckin’ sick . . . must be, foo.”
    â€œCool it, Finest. He’s messed up. Nigga need some air. It’s hot as a mug back here, and then baby gets in, done took a bath in Body Works ‘n’ shit, sucking up all the air with her ‘ purday stank.’ ”
    Sinclair began, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”
    Finest raised his hand to silence her. “You don’t have to explain anything to them niggas. You riding with me in my car, and so that’s all they need to know.”
    Sinclair sat back satisfied that Finest had taken care of the situation and wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.
    The ride over the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge into the city was a quiet one. So-an’-so had finally passed out after a few more swigs from the bottle of Hennessy they’d been passing around.
    Sinclair had eventually lost her resilience and taken the offer of a sip after the third time the