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THE WHIPPED
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She laughs - that eyes closed, mouth wide opened, and head thrown back laugh. The type of laugh that usually has tears coming to her eyes. Though I can't see her, I can imagine how gorgeous she looks - face bright, gleaming, like a shiny fucking star.

The type a pretty face and stubborn mouth that only a dick can silence.

I can't imagine why I got. . . jealous. . . over some wasteman a hands her up. I know she only laughs like this for me. I know that pretty pussy only gets wet for me. I just couldn't help it. . . the thought of some other man in her life had me seeing green and red. I thought I grew past that. . .

Mi clear mi throat. A nuh time fi a think bout her like this when she parishes away. And ano time fi a think boh tha crosses woman deh either.

"It's not funny," I state.

I'm satisfying her curiosity about my days at KC. She finds great humor in the story of when I got piss-drunk. Mamma had came to the party in her nightie and settaz, and dragged me out by my ear. There was puke somewhere on my shirt and pants leg. It's an embarrassing first year incident.

"Sure," she says, trying to hide a yawn.

"Tired?"

"Yea," she replies, yawning again. "Goodnight, Favi."

I smile.

Usually, I'm not fond of terms of endearment. . . Yet here I am grinning like The Joker because this girl calls me 'Favi'.

"Buonanotte, Fiore," I say and can imagine her smiling.

She's grown to love that name. It suits her face and her personality - pretty to look at, a nuisance if not handled correctly.

I hang up and start walking inside when my phone vibrates. Mi hate when people text mi fucking phone. Texts always come with redundant pleasantries before getting to the point. Still, I check just in case it might be important. . . or be Chayanne. She nuh wrong fi cuss me boh when me tek too long fi text back. I chuckle when I see that it is her.

 I chuckle when I see that it is her

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I call her back and she declines.

Ketch all dem fuckry ya.

Ketch all dem fuckry ya

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