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hot there.”
    “Good-bye, Leon .”
    “See ya, cuz .”
    So, I was on my way home with a kilo under my ass, feeling like I had the world by the tail. Although I was nervous about what I was carrying, I was bubbling over with excitement and anticipation about the future. Having a free kilo to go into business with was a whole lot sweeter than a couple of ounces. My mind began to open up to the possibilities that I was sitting on. There was no longer any thought in my mind of me, Teena, and Shay hustling to flip a couple of ounces so we could re-up. Now we would be able to sit back and wait on the money to come to us.
    Now, all the things that Leon had said we could do on price would come into play. He said since I was entering a very competitive market, it would always be to my advantage to have a high-quality product and to be very competitive on price. That was how I would get new customers. They would be loyal as long as I treated them right. He told me to remember that anybody I dealt with was liable to snitch me out the first time I fucked them over, but if I gave them a good price, they would come back to buy more. The more they bought, the more I could buy. My costs would go down, but my selling price would remain the same, so my profits would go up. It was damn good advice.
    I got on I-95 and headed north, staying with the flow of traffic for the most part. I got into South Carolina and remembering Leon ’s warning, I made sure to do the speed limit. That was cool until I got behind this old woman coming out of Florence who was driving really slow . I took it as long as I could, then I pulled out to get in front of her. I passed her without a problem and was cruising along nicely, when I realized I was doing eighty. I took my foot off the gas to let it slow down and blew right by a state trooper. I kept going, watching the rearview mirror, hoping that he wouldn’t come after me.
    “Shit. Here he comes.”
    As soon as I saw the blue lights come on, I pulled over. As quickly as I could, I put on some lipstick, unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse, and emptied my purse out on the seat next to me. He pulled over behind me and got out of the car. Thank God he’s black , I thought. When he knocked on my window, I went into my act. I looked up at him, rolled down the window and started crying. Not no big, boo- hoo cry, but I forced a few tears down my cheeks.
    “Can I see your license, ma’am?”
    “Here it is,” I said tearfully.
    “You’re a long way from home, Ms. Thomas,” the trooper said as he leaned on top of the car to get a better view of the cleavage I had put on display for him. “What’s your hurry?”
    “I’m visiting my family in Florence . I didn’t mean to be speedin ’, but I was diggin ’ around in this junky purse for my cigarettes, but I don’t see them, so I guess I must’ve left them at Aunt Steph’s house, and I guess I got a little heavy-footed,” I lied. I don’t even smoke, but the plan was working. The cleavage had his ass frozen. I knew then that he wasn’t gonna search the car. Now it was time to get out of getting a ticket.
    “Well, Ms. Thomas, I clocked you doing seventy-eight in a sixty-five-mile-per-hour zone,” the trooper said.
    You’re losin’ him, Nina. I knew then it was time to close the show. I began to cry a little harder and made my breasts bounce. I looked at his face: his eyes bucked wide, mouth open. He shook his head. “Don’t cry, Ms. Thomas. I’m gonna let you go with a warning this time,” he said and handed me back my license, “but just try to keep it at the speed limit. And maybe you should quit smoking. A pretty lady like you doesn’t need to smoke anyway.”
    “I know. It’s a nasty habit.”
    He reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a card and handed it to me. “If you wanna get together some time, give me a call,” the trooper said. He was kinda cute for a cop, so I thought I just might. As he walked back to his car, I