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"Well put some ice on it," Leslie said to Beyonce over the phone. Beyonce had just finished telling her good friend about her crazy ordeal in the China Wok parking lot. She summed it up by complaining about how bad her hand still hurt when she balled her fist. The redness was fading and it was starting to feel less and less painful when she balled it. Still, she sulked, there was a sting. "I can't believe you slapped that girl," Leslie went on as she sat on her own couch next to Ahmad and put her feet in his lap. He smirked and rubbed them, knowing what she wanted.

Beyonce put a hand on her hip and took the offended route. "I didn't slap her, I backhanded her there's a difference."

"Whatever Beyonce you can't go around slapping people like you're in third grade again."

"She did what?" Ahmad said with interest.

"Tell him I said hi," Beyonce demanded, ready to draw this conversation to a close. She would rather talk to Farrah for a situation like this. She knew Farrah was going to encourage her escapade and demand to be in on the next attempt to knock the  out. Leslie was so 'Suzie Home Maker'. She was the person that kept Beyonce levelheaded and well rounded. But right then, Beyonce wanted to talk ruthlessly. "I gotta get going."

"Ok," Leslie said. "Love you, and Ahmad says hi."

Beyonce hung up her phone conversation and decided she was going to eat the chocolate �clair she had in the microwave. Calling Farrah required to much time away from the delicious confection. They had so much more moisture when they were warm. Beyonce nibbled off a piece as she settled in front of the TV.

'The Nanny' was just coming on and she settled down to watch it. She rarely ever got to watch TV shows like this since Jamie was always in control of the TV and she wanted to watch SpongeBob and Dora. It was a tedious problem to have but she loved her baby. She smirked at the fact that her daughter was alpha male in their home. Then again, she thought, it's a personal decision to make her think she's leader. I'm the boss damnit...

Queen Jamie was sleeping peacefully in the other room, probably dreaming about an adventure with Dora not doubt.

She mumbled in disgust at her hideous life and finished her �clair, burping and sipping her milk. She stood and put her dishes away. She was just about to start packing more of her things away for the move when her phone started ringing.

The clock on the cable box said it was nearly two in the morning and she wondered who the hell could be calling her. When she saw Shawn's name on the caller id she sighed and answered. "Hello," she said.

"Hello," a female voice said into the phone. "Is this Beyonce?"

Beyonce looked at the phone to make sure it was Shawn's phone and when she saw that it was she put it back to her ear. "Yes, this is Beyonce who is this?"

"This is Angie," she said sounding relieved to be talking to her. "I'm so glad you answered."

Beyonce waited a beat for something else and when the airhead didn't say anything else Beyonce huffed. She didn't have time for Shawn's friends' tirades. She already had to slap a  today and she didn't like Angie any more than she liked Selita. "Is everything ok, Angie?"

"No," she whined in a manner that suggested that she talked to too many men. They all loved that whiny air some women put in their voice. "Beyonce I need-."

"Beyonce!" someone screamed belligerently and then there was rustling. Beyonce put the phone closer to her ear. "Baby!" the voice screamed into the phone and Beyonce pulled it away from her ear quickly. "Beyonce, baby where you at? Come and party with us!"