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Can't get caught with no ho at all, bitch don't slam my door that hard. I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card. Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin' off.
Serafina Giselle Adams.
The loud buzzer of the small cement room sounded off loudly, my fingers hooking around my panties to pull them up on my legs.
My free hand flung forward to toss the wet paper towel I'd used to clean myself in the trash can near the entrance door, a familiar, raspy male voice breaking the silence.
"When I'ma see you again?"
—My eyes trailed up to the divider between us, my brother's "friend"'s appearance semi-visible through the flood of cum on his side of the glass. "I don't know ... I have stuff to do all of October."
Staring intently, he ran his tongue over his lips; fixing his jumpsuit on his shoulders. "You can't come by in yo' spare time?"
"No."
"Why n—"
A small knuckle knock against the door made the both of us look up, a tall black man opening it up slightly with a blank stare.
"Out. Now."
My face furrowing up at his tone. "Okay, you don't have to be rude."
"What?"
"You're talking to me like I'm a-
"Whore?" He cut me off ignorantly, making my upper lip turn up in confusion.
"—dog..........." I continued.
Backing up in the open doorway, he sent me a fake grin while folding his hands together. "Well young lady, it's all the same to me if I'm being truthful."
"Say, Forest cool that shit out..." Shakur retorted, standing up from the table. "Always on some 'I hate women' shit."
Grabbing my purse, I fixed my clothes on my body—walking through the door.
"And get somebody to clean this shit up.." He added, nodding his head in the direction of the dirty glass. Shakur's footsteps followed me not too long after into the corridor.
