hungry rather than to see Cynthia Ramey’s face again.
“Let’s go,” Cinnamon whispered.
At first I seemed a bit delirious, not sure what she meant. Then I felt my lil’ friends movin’ down below, which instantly brought me back to reality. The sun peeked through our room from the window lettin’ me know it was time tomake a move. Cinnamon helped me get off the floor, all the while keepin’ her finger pressed against her lips. I tried the door again, hopin’ last night had been a bad dream right along with the foster home one. Wrong! It was still locked.
I saw Cinnamon throwin’ a t-shirt on and grabbin’ her purse all within a matter of minutes. It prompted me to grab my money, too. All of it. I had made $750 the night before and couldn’t risk leavin’ it in the room. Nobody could be trusted; not even Sasha when it came to money.
I neva asked Cinnamon her plan for kickin’ the door down. I just trusted that she had a plan. When she tip-toed away from the door in the direction of my bed, my eyes grew to the size of a watermelon. “What the hell are you doin’?” I spat in a light whisper.
She pointed to the window next to my bed. Immediately, I rushed ova and looked down. I knew we were on the second floor which meant we had nothin’ to land on if we jumped. Cinnamon raised the window with ease like she’d done this somewhere before. I wanted to ask so many questions, but knew we needed to stay quiet.
The mornin’ air hit me in the face and brought some freshness into the stuffy room. My head was the first thing out the window, noticin’ we were about six feet off the ground. I got nervous, which made me jerk my body back inside.
“Do you wanna get rid of those crabs?” Cinnamon asked me with a critical look on her face. I’d neva seen her appear to be that serious before, so I told myself I had to go, too. After all, she was doin’ it all for me.
Cinnamon pointed to a ledge below just before I watched her climb out the window, holding on tightly to the pane. Finally, she jumped, landin’ onto the tiny ledge below, then jumped again onto the sidewalk. With my heart rate increasin’ by the minute, I took a chance and followed her every move. When I made it to the bottom, Cinnamon gaveme a pound and we laughed like crazy all the way to her Nissan Sentra. It was a ‘98’ but it got us to Duane Reade within minutes.
Call me triflin’, but I couldn’t wait to shampoo my coochie. So I went into a nearby McDonalds, filled a large cup with water, and shampooed my pussy three times right in the stall. It could’ve been psychological, but I felt better after the first wash. My baby wipes were comin’ in handy like a mufucka!
When me and Cinnamon made it back to Betty’s, we knew goin’ back in the way we came out wasn’t happenin’. It was way too early to go inside through the front door. We had at least two more hours before we’d see the girls comin’ and goin’ before bell time. We decided to park down the street, behind a green mini-van, close enough to keep a good eye on the house.
Cinnamon started tellin’ me all about how she started strippin’. I was shocked to know that she did have a few goals of her own. She had been in college, her first year, and was offered a job at a local strip club. Just tryin’ to make ends meet, she took it thinkin’ that it would be a part time gig just to help her get through school. Before she knew it, the money had gotten good, and her grades were falterin’.
Being as though she had no parental support ’cause both her parents were on drugs, she abandoned school and the rest was history. I was happy when she told me that within the next six months she was gonna dump her pimp and go back to school. She said her body already felt used and abused, and she was only twenty-one.
“What good is an old hoe?” she joked.
I enjoyed our conversation so much that time quickly passed without either of us noticin’. Eventually, I got comfortable
“Let’s go,” Cinnamon whispered.
At first I seemed a bit delirious, not sure what she meant. Then I felt my lil’ friends movin’ down below, which instantly brought me back to reality. The sun peeked through our room from the window lettin’ me know it was time tomake a move. Cinnamon helped me get off the floor, all the while keepin’ her finger pressed against her lips. I tried the door again, hopin’ last night had been a bad dream right along with the foster home one. Wrong! It was still locked.
I saw Cinnamon throwin’ a t-shirt on and grabbin’ her purse all within a matter of minutes. It prompted me to grab my money, too. All of it. I had made $750 the night before and couldn’t risk leavin’ it in the room. Nobody could be trusted; not even Sasha when it came to money.
I neva asked Cinnamon her plan for kickin’ the door down. I just trusted that she had a plan. When she tip-toed away from the door in the direction of my bed, my eyes grew to the size of a watermelon. “What the hell are you doin’?” I spat in a light whisper.
She pointed to the window next to my bed. Immediately, I rushed ova and looked down. I knew we were on the second floor which meant we had nothin’ to land on if we jumped. Cinnamon raised the window with ease like she’d done this somewhere before. I wanted to ask so many questions, but knew we needed to stay quiet.
The mornin’ air hit me in the face and brought some freshness into the stuffy room. My head was the first thing out the window, noticin’ we were about six feet off the ground. I got nervous, which made me jerk my body back inside.
“Do you wanna get rid of those crabs?” Cinnamon asked me with a critical look on her face. I’d neva seen her appear to be that serious before, so I told myself I had to go, too. After all, she was doin’ it all for me.
Cinnamon pointed to a ledge below just before I watched her climb out the window, holding on tightly to the pane. Finally, she jumped, landin’ onto the tiny ledge below, then jumped again onto the sidewalk. With my heart rate increasin’ by the minute, I took a chance and followed her every move. When I made it to the bottom, Cinnamon gaveme a pound and we laughed like crazy all the way to her Nissan Sentra. It was a ‘98’ but it got us to Duane Reade within minutes.
Call me triflin’, but I couldn’t wait to shampoo my coochie. So I went into a nearby McDonalds, filled a large cup with water, and shampooed my pussy three times right in the stall. It could’ve been psychological, but I felt better after the first wash. My baby wipes were comin’ in handy like a mufucka!
When me and Cinnamon made it back to Betty’s, we knew goin’ back in the way we came out wasn’t happenin’. It was way too early to go inside through the front door. We had at least two more hours before we’d see the girls comin’ and goin’ before bell time. We decided to park down the street, behind a green mini-van, close enough to keep a good eye on the house.
Cinnamon started tellin’ me all about how she started strippin’. I was shocked to know that she did have a few goals of her own. She had been in college, her first year, and was offered a job at a local strip club. Just tryin’ to make ends meet, she took it thinkin’ that it would be a part time gig just to help her get through school. Before she knew it, the money had gotten good, and her grades were falterin’.
Being as though she had no parental support ’cause both her parents were on drugs, she abandoned school and the rest was history. I was happy when she told me that within the next six months she was gonna dump her pimp and go back to school. She said her body already felt used and abused, and she was only twenty-one.
“What good is an old hoe?” she joked.
I enjoyed our conversation so much that time quickly passed without either of us noticin’. Eventually, I got comfortable
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