Big Booty

28

Seven o'clock Saturday morning, I am up, showered, dressed and ready to get Day'Asia's cock-suckin' ass down to the clinic before all them damn niggahs pile up in there. "Day'Asia, get up, boo, so we can get down to the clinic," I say all nice 'n sweet. Her head is under the covers. She doesn't budge.

"C'mon, Asia, get ya ass. You know it's a mess down there on the weekends. And I'm not in the mood to have to curse one of those ghetto bitches out this morning. So, let's get a move on it." She still ain't movin'. "Day'Asia!" I yell, smackin' her upside the head and yankin' the covers off her. "Don't lay there like you don't hear me. Wake ya ass up!"

She groans, poppin' her head up. "What?"

"Girl, don't what me. I said get up."

"Why? It's Saturday. I'm tired."

"Wrong answer. You wouldn't be tired if you didn't have ya ass up on Skype all goddamn night. Now get up and let's hit this clinic since your ass likes to fuck. So get up so we can go handle your situation."

She snaps her neck in my direction. Stares at me and frowns. "I'm not pregnant."

"Well, I'm glad you don't think so. That saves you from gettin' a beatdown." I toss the EPT test at her. "Now get up and piss on the stick."

She sits up in bed, foldin' her arms. "Ohmygod, Ma, I don't need that. I told you, I'm not pregnant."

I walk over and shut her door. I don't need Elijah's nosey-ass creepin' around tryna get his eavesdrop since he's the only one up in the damn house. I stand in the middle of her nasty-ass bedroom with my hand up on my hip. "And I told you, you better hope you're not. 'Cause if you are, boo-boo, I'm goin' to jail and you're goin' up outta here on a stretcher 'cause I will beat it out of you."

She sucks her teeth. "Dang, Ma, you always talkin' crazy. You never trust me."

"Oh, see. Now I understand why you like to test me. You didn't read the memo, did you, sugah? I talk crazy because I am crazy. So Day'Asia, please don't try me this mornin'. Get your ass up."

"Ma, I'm not havin' sex like that."

I take a deep breath. "Listen, bit . . . " I stop myself from callin' her a bitch. I'm tryna keep it light this mornin', but this lil' heifer is really 'bout to take me there. "Day'Asia, I'm not gonna do a lot of back and forth with you. I don't know how much sex you're havin'. But I know your sneaky ass just had some long-dick niggah up in here the other night tryna get ya back blown out, so don't give me this bullshit about you ain't fuckin' like that. 'Cause I done heard you and Candy's whore-asses are real live campfires, lettin' niggahs roast their dingalings all up in you, so all that shit you talkin' about never trustin' you means nothin' to me."

She huffs. "I'm not even a big ho like that."

"Well, if you kept your legs shut, your ass wouldn't be any kinda ho. But since you spreadin' them high and wide, lettin' any ole type of niggah slam his cock up in you, then we need to get your ass down to the clinic. I can't trust you. Ho or not, I won't stand for you fuckin' any niggahs in here. You wanna fuck. You fuck out in the woods, or go to his place. And you better have ya ass back here before curfew."

"Ma, for real. I'm not havin' sex like that. I'm not a ho."

I sit on the edge of her bed. "Let me tell you somethin', Asia. If you're not fuckin' like that, then good for you. But, you're sure on your way to becomin' a ho whether you wanna be one or not. I can't stop you from bein' one, either. It'

s your body, do with it what you want. If you wanna fuck the whole damn projects, do you. But I'ma tell you this. You won't be bringin' no motherfuckin' babies up in here. And if your hot ass gets AIDS you not stayin' up in here, either. You like dick, don't you?"