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“Oh, she got fifty, and I only got twenty. Guess that tells me everything I need to know. Yall have a good day.” She stormed off down the driveway. This girl was out of her fucking mind. She ain’t even have on shoes, and had no idea where she was.

“Where the fuck you think you going?”

“Leaving you two lovebirds to have at it,” she threw over her shoulder.

“If I have to come get you, I’mma fuck you up.” She kept walking, so I jogged down to her. Grabbing her, I threw her over my shoulder. Bubbles was squealing and laughing. Yeah, her ass was bat shit crazy. Raising my hand, I slapped her hard as fuck on her ass.

“Anton!”

“What did I tell you? If I had to come get you I was gone fuck you up.” I smacked her ass again as we made our way back toward my door. Crystal was standing there like a goofy just watching us. I walked past her without stopping, but Bubbles reached out and snatched her wig.

“Now go home, lil ugly!” I don’t know why, but that shit turned me on. When I got to the door, I yelled back to Crystal.

“If you still here by the time I nut in my bitch, your ass gone have a permanent air conditioner. Shirt gone feel real breezy.” I slammed the door behind me and put Bubbles down. She held up the wig, laughing. “You gone put that on while we fucking?” Her face turned up as she tossed the wig on the floor.

“Nigga, you tried it. Oh, and Anton.”

“Yeah.”

“After you suck the ash off my feet, I want my other thirty thousand.” I looked down and then laughed.

“After you wash them dirty mufuckas, you can have whatever you like.” She walked up the stairs, and I followed behind her, fully realizing this crazy ass mufucka had a nigga gone.

Simone “Bubbles” Stanton

I was starting to think Anton’s dick either had some magic in it or soul food laced in it. I’ve been laid up in this man’s bed for hours, and I couldn’t pull myself up. The only thing I had accomplished today was getting fucked, eating, and getting fucked again. He had to keep ordering in because that chicken spaghetti never did get finished. When my nosy ass went outside to see who he was talking to, I turned it off. Once we came back inside, Anton took me upstairs and turned me every which way but loose. Now, I was lying against his chest while he rubbed his hand up and down my back. Every now and then, he would kiss me on my forehead, and I melted every time.

“What happened right here?” I lifted my head to see what he was talking about. His finger was tracing a scar on my side.

“I promise you don’t want to know.”

“If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.” I immediately began laughing before I could start the story.

“When I was younger, Juanita sent me in a store to steal some shit. I’m in there getting everything she told me to grab, and I think I’m doing good. I’m stuffing shit everywhere. In my bra, in my pants, and even put a few things in my panties. Nobody said anything, so I’m like, oh, this easy. I get right by the door, smile at the security guard, and stuff starts falling out my pants leg. I looked down and asked that man, ‘Where that come from?’ His ass gave me a look like, you know you fucked up, right?” I had tears coming out of my eyes by now. I could still see that man’s face as if it was yesterday.

“What you do?”

“Ran. What the fuck you think I did?”

“Then how you get the scar?”

“Because my dumb ass was running, and this old nigga would not let up. I’m thinking, why is he still chasing me like they didn’t get their merch back? It all fell out at the door, but he chased me down anyway. I saw a gate and decided to hop it. I’m like, there is no way his old ass can make it over that, but apparently, I couldn’t either. Not only did I cut myself, my shirt got stuck and I couldn’t get loose to save my life. By the time he made it to me, I was hanging there like a fucking rotisserie chicken. Just dangling. What pissed me off was how he kept yelling for me to get down. Nigga, I can’t!” Anton was now laughing harder than me.

“Stink, ain’t no way you been a horrible criminal all your life. How did you get out of that one?” I hit him on the arm for his lil snipe at me and continued.

“He had to help my ass down. I was so embarrassed. They took me back in the store and called Juanita.”

“Now she had to come get you after sending your ass in there.” He was shaking his head, but he had no idea how wrong he was.

“Hell naw! She told me she wasn’t coming because didn’t nobody tell my ass to get caught. Mind you, it was the first time I had ever stolen in my life.” He shook his head, but we laughed until our jaws hurt. “I didn’t even want to do it. I asked her why she couldn’t go get it herself, and she said, ‘If I get caught, my ass is cooked and I’m going to jail. If you get caught, they just gone call me and send your ass back home.’ I believed that bullshit too. I’m like, okay, if it go left, they just gone call Juanita and she gone come get me.”

“Wait, so she never came?”

“No. I had to call Taffy’s mama. She was pissed too. Asked me why the fuck I was up there stealing, but I wasn’t about to say my mama sent me. They would have locked her up, and she would have beat Taffy’s mama ass for getting in her business.”

“You still being loyal to her after she left you is crazy.” His ass didn’t understand.

“Shid, Juanita got hands. I wasn’t dealing with that lady. Plus, I didn’t want my mama to go to jail.” I was still laughing and smiling thinking back on it. “When I got home, I asked her why she left me. She told my ass, ‘I forgot I got a warrant. I wasn’t about to go up there volunteering my booty to them girls.’”