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WRITING CHECKS - 5

RED

Kimora walked up to the stage all smiles and pride over her accomplishments. She deserved to receive the Woman of the Year Award for the multiple charities to which she donated her time and money. Let's not forget she worked with a local organization to make sure twenty students who didn't receive enough money to cover their college tuition received grants to keep them from applying for student loans.

Of all the people I know, Kimmie is the best person in the world. She has the best heart and the best intentions. I only wish I had it in me to listen to her. Most of the time, I forget what my grandma told me.

"One of these days, that alligator mouth of yours gone write a check that your hummingbird ass can't cash." For those of you who need that translated, it simply means that you will get into a fight too big for you to handle and you most likely will get your ass kicked.

Considering the look on my best friend's face after Dáire accepted my challenge, I'm pretty sure I just wrote a huge check with little or no funds in the bank. I can't back down though. To do that would make me look like a fool in other people's eyes and that will open me up to people trying me because they think they can take me.

That ain't about to happen.

I watched and smiled and drank with my friend as she celebrated the honors which had been bestowed on her.

We danced enjoying the attention of the wealthy fools who thought they had half a chance of getting some of this fine ass all up in front of them after the event came to an end. Me and my girl was so bad even though it was a classy affair, we had to get just a little bit ratched before the night was over. Imagine how sad they were when we walked off hugged up like lovers until we reached the black Mercedez waiting to collect us from the ball.

"Girl, you are so crazy," Kimora screamed as we got in the car. Within a few minutes, Greek the geek followed.

"Why do you always act like my lady is your girlfriend? Are you in the closet or something? You know Kimora doesn't swing that way." He glared at Red as he crawled over and sat between them.

"Greek... Greek... Greek..." Red said his name over and over again as someone knocked on the window on the side of the car where she was sitting.

"Roll it down," Red instructed the driver.

"Are you tired? You headed home? I'm sure you probably realized how futile it is to challenge me by now?" There he was again talking down on me as if he was talking to a little kid who just finished a temper tantrum.

"No, sir. Never had the chance to spank a ginger's ass real good so I look forward to spanking them tight little cheeks of yours. Oh yeah... when I beat that ass like a bass drum, you will call me Madame Castille from now on. Not miss. Not missus, but MADAME. GOT IT?" I stated with quite a bit of force.

The shade of red his skin turned should have warned me to stop while I was ahead, but the alcohol in my system and the fact that I am quite the hot-head wouldn't let me act like a reasonable person.

*****

THE RING

This little bitch will pay for that mouth of hers.

We already use this gym frequently, so luckily, we already had boxing gear in our lockers. Red changed out of the red dress and heels. When she returned to the ring, she was wearing a black net tank top, black basketball shorts, and black Air Force Ones.

If I didn't know her, I would have argued anyone down that she was a dude. Her hair was hidden under a skull cap and she was gloved up ready to go.

"You can still back out of this."