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boulder fifties.”
    Reggie eyeballed the pouch like he was struggling to get out of a straitjacket before he licked his dry lips. “Well, what kind of deal can you swing, nigga?”
    â€œHey, ain’t no deals. I told and showed you what I’m carrying, so what the fuck is up; you scoring or what? I ain’t got all night to be bullshitting around; you either do or you don’t, simple plain, dog.”
    Tee and Reggie shifted their eyes toward Dee. “Man, I heard ya, but this be her crib and she like to act like she running thangs and shit.”
    Dee started to say something but JJ put his hand on the small of her back to stop her. “One more time, man. I got dimes, twenties and fifties. What’s up?”
    He gritted on Reggie like he was something out of the gutter, not about to allow no game right off the top. He was a pure snake from dealing with him in the past. “Nigga, I know you of all people ain’t coming at me with that work-a-deal bullshit. You don’t cut nobody no slack whatsoever when you on, so it ain’t about to happen.”
    Reggie massaged his salt-and-pepper beard, and being the old grizzled veteran of the streets, he couldn’t give up on the first try. He came back at him with a quickness. “Playa, playa, now you know that we been doing this here way too long for you to be going square on me now.”
    JJ cocked a brow and spat, “Nigga, please, you always come at folk with that pissant con. Then again, fuck that bull you talking. You can get two of these boulders, ten dimes or five of twenties. Nuff said, whatcha gonna do?” He held out the dope in his palm.
    Reggie knew that he wasn’t going for any of his bull; especiallyin front of all these folk who also wanted to score. “Aw, aight, dog, if you gonna handle an old friend like that.” He reached into his palm and started fingering the rocks.
    JJ frowned, his patience wearing thin. “Aw, man, fuck dat. They all the same size.” He snatched the bills out of his hand and picked out five dimes and gave them to him, ignoring his grunted reaction. Then he straightened up and looked around the room. “Next.”
    With a quickness, three people made their way over to him, practically pushing Reggie out of the way and flashing money.
    Sparkle leaned against the dresser while checking the action. No sooner had JJ served one customer than another was flashing dollars in his face. The fast-paced activities brought back memories of when he was slinging coke and heroin on Auburn Avenue with his boy, Rainbow, in Buttermilk Bottom.
Boy, homey’s really clocking the bills,
he thought as he counted dollars right along with him.

CHAPTER FOUR
Sexy Dee Works Her Magic
    S parkle tried to concentrate on his boy getting down. But his attention kept getting drawn to Dee’s ass shaking like Jell-O every time she shifted her weight in her animated confrontation with Tee. When she started pacing back and forth, each ass cheek seemed to rumble on its own axle. His dick kept jerking at his zipper like it was trying to take a sniff at the wide gap between them. Sensing him checking her out, she eyed him out of the corner of her eyes. She started posing at an angle so that her titties and ass curved up and out for his full inspection.
    Catching the lust glittering in his eyes, she threw him a sexy smile and purred, “Hey, fellas, how about one of ya’ll check to see if I bolted the chain back on the door.”
    JJ looked at her like she had lost her mind, but turned and reluctantly went to check it out anyway. She sneered at his departing back and locked in on Sparkle’s eyes, seductively lowering hers to the ever-growing budge in his pants. Her nostrils flared as she ran a wanton tongue across her lips and walked up to him. Faking like she was watching JJ check on the door, she whispered so that the others in the room couldn’t hear her. “Mmm-mmm, where did JJ