Big Booty

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 Four hours later, I'm relaxin' outside, sittin' at the bottom of the porch steps in my yard wear: a pair of black booty shorts and a white tee with the words: HOT LIKE FIRE written across my titties in red letters. I've tied a knot in the back of the shirt to show off my pierced belly button. And I have on a pair of kitten heels.

I'm sippin' a glass of Remy, flippin' through a copy of some book, Brick, I found in Day'Asia's room—written by some Allison Hobbs chick—while keepin' an eye on Isaiah and Elijah washin' down my truck. I told them if they do a good job and not start no bullshit I'ma buy them new iPads this weekend. So far they ain't workin' my goddamn nerves. The twins are out with Darius. And Marquelle and Joshua are out with their fahvers.

I slide my right foot outta my shoe, brushin' grass from between my toes, then slidin' my foot back in my shoe. I glance at my chipped fingernail and frown. Oooh, not cute! I need to get down to Miss Pasha's first thing tomorrow.

Fuckin' around in Day'Asia's nasty-ass room, draggin' her shit out to the curb for the trash, I've broken a goddamn nail. That lil' disrespectful heifer really fucked her drawers off with me. I meant what I said, that bitch ain't comin' back up in here. And if she does, she'll have to fight her way back in. Then, she'll sleep her ass on the floor. That bitch had it good up in here, but she fucked up. And she gonna learn today, goddammit! You don't bite the hand that feeds you, or the one that's wiped ya black ass when nobody else would.

Gonna turn on me, mmmph. Bitch, boom! Ya stank ass is shit to me.

I pick up my cell. I have a text from JT. I grin. This niggah's real lucky I ain't one of them grimy bitches. YO. I WANNA C U. U FREE?

I text back: NO

FUCK! I WANT SUM PUSSY

My cell rings. I know this crazy niggah ain't callin' now. I glance at the screen, rollin' my eyes. It's Vernon. Mmmph. I should let the shit go into voicemail. "What?"

"We still beefin'?"

"Niggah, you slashed my motherfuckin' tires. But you lucky I ain't seen you or that bitch of yours, yet."

He sucks his teeth. "See. Here you go wit' this dumb shit. Ain't nobody slash shit. Did you see me do it? No. So quit accusin' me of shit."

"Niggah, I know you did it. So I'm not even gonna waste my time goin' back 'n forth with you about it. Now what the fuck you want?"

"I wanna pick my sons up this weekend. My fam's throwin' a surprise birthday party for Nana and I want the twins to be there with all of their brothers and sisters, and the rest of the fam."

Awww, I always did like his grandmother. Miss Vee, short for Viola, don't play. I ask him how old she's gonna be. He tells me ninety-six. Tells me that his family's gonna have a mini-family reunion to celebrate her birthday. "Good for her. Tell that old bitch I said happy birthday when you see her. Is she still only seein' outta one eye?"

JT sends another text. WHEN U GONNA B FREE?

He sucks his teeth again. "Yo, ya disrespectful ass is fuckin' ridiculous. You need ya muthafuckin' mouth knocked in for that foul shi

t, yo."

I'M NOT, I text back.

"Mmmph. And who's gonna do it? You?"

"Look, I ain't call for all this dumb shit. Is you gonna let me come get my sons or not?"

YO, STOP FUKKN AROUND. IMA HIT U UP LATER

"Not."

"Yo, you crazy as hell. How you gonna keep me from my sons?"

"I'm not keepin' you from ya sons. If you wanna see them, you can make an appointment and come here to see 'em. But you ain't takin' 'em nowhere 'til I see some money from ya ass."