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    â€œBianca, Kyleea . . . I’m sorry, but I have to take care of some things in here. Would you ladies mind sitting downstairs for a while or going into the guest bedroom for now? Darnell is out there.”
    â€œWho is Darnell?” Kyleea asked Bianca.
    â€œThe one I was with—Corey’s teammate,” Bianca answered.
    â€œOh.” Kyleea giggled as she scooted off the bed.
    The two of them took their time as they began to gather some of their things and head out of the bedroom.
    â€œThank you, guys. When I’m done you can come back up.”
    Sereeta didn’t bother to see where they went—downstairs or into the guest bedroom. All she wanted to do was pack Corey’s bags and get out of there. She didn’t even want to know exactly what had gone on last night between Corey, Darnell, and whoever else was over.
    Sereeta began packing some tracksuits and jeans out of Corey’s drawers and closets. He had instructed her before as to what exactly he liked to pack for road games and how much of everything. This was only his second trip she had packed for him, but she already had a grasp on what she was doing. She took the three pairs of 7 For All Mankind jeans out of the closet and placed them in his bag, tucked everything to the side, and closed the bag. She filled the front pouch with his socks and wristbands, put his boxers and wife beaters on the other side, and zipped the bag completely closed. She grabbed suits and things off closet hooks and then headed downstairs with his bag and clothes in hand.
    Once she got midway down the stairs she began to hear the giggle of one of the females. Sereeta rolled her eyes and continued down. She reached the living room and saw one of the girls lying on top of Darnell, kissing his neck with her left hand in his pants. The other young lady was sitting close by with a big grin on her face. Darnell looked over and saw Sereeta standing there.
    â€œYou finished up?” he asked, speaking over the girl whose face was buried in his neck.
    â€œUh, yeah,” Sereeta said.
    â€œOK, tell Corey I’ll lock up and be at the stadium in an hour.”
    â€œOK, will do.”
    The lady stayed in action during their exchange of words, as though Sereeta’s presence had no effect on her little porno movie. Sereeta turned away and headed toward the door; neither girl said good-bye, and neither did she. Sereeta was grown, so it wasn’t as though she was naive that things of that nature actually happened for real—and not just in the music videos and movies—but to witness it firsthand just threw her for a loop. She had to ask herself what these chicks were doing that to themselves for—they couldn’t possibly understand how gross they looked. Sereeta wondered sometimes if she was the one missing something—maybe they were the smart ones, and she was the dummy. Besides, she was the one working like a slave to earn her check when all they had to do was open their legs.
    Sereeta hopped in the Suburban Corey had provided her for the day. The driver turned back and said, “To the stadium?”
    â€œYes,” she replied. She instantly pulled out her cell phone. Within a few moments, Reyna was on the other end. “You wouldn’t believe what some girls are willing to do just to be in these guys’ presence,” she blurted out as soon as Reyna said hello.
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œI just left Corey’s house, and these chicks were in there with his teammate, and it was just disgusting.”
    â€œWhat were they doing?”
    â€œWell, while I was there, not so much, but last night and before I got there, who knows.”
    Before Reyna could inquire more, Sereeta’s phone beeped. Sereeta looked at the phone and saw it was Corey.
    â€œHold on,” she told Reyna. “Hello?” she said to Corey.
    â€œHey, you on your way here?” he asked.
    â€œYes, I will