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stays here.”
    They both looked at me with surprise on their faces. There was no way I was letting them just walk out of my place with respect when they had just disrespected me.
    â€œNah, man, you can’t do this to me,” Ronald said as he walked by me.
    â€œBitch, move it,” I said, poking him in the back with the gun. Darius said nothing as he too made his way down the steps and headed toward the door.
    Ronald turned around one last time. “Come on, baby, let’s sit down and talk about it. Maybe we can even have a threesome or something. I know you like that freaky shit.” He looked at me with a smirk on his face.
    â€œUhhhhhhh.” I hummed, acting as if I was thinking about it. “Not! Now get outta my shit.” I hated to be ghetto, but liars and cheats brought out the worst in me. I’d had some bad situations but this had to be the worst of them all. “Yeah, lame-ass muthafuckas.”
    They slowly walked out the door and onto my stoop with their dicks cupped in their hands. I laughed loud as I headed back into my kitchen. And just for good measure I called the police and told them that I saw two naked men on my block. The police would be in my neighborhood in seconds. I lived in a predominantly white neighborhood. That would serve them just right for messing with me. The blisters on their bodies were damn good reminders as well.
    My laughter turned into tears as I walked in the bedroom and replayed the scene in my head once again. But they too would not last long. I was done with men for a while and I meant it this time. No relapses. I immediately cleaned my kitchen and bedroom, and afterward I went online to order me a new mattress set from The Room Store. There was no way I was going to sleep on the one they fucked on. It just wasn’t going to happen. I grabbed me some blankets and a pillow from my closet and slept on my living room sofa. Tomorrow would be the beginning of a new way of life for me. A fresh start.

Chapter 8
    Lewis
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    One Step at a Time
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    â€œWhat the hell have I done to deserve such loneliness?” I mumbled to myself as I sat inside of a Starbucks. Shit, I didn’t have anyone else to talk to and I couldn’t have cared less who thought I was crazy right now. A few nosy neighbors at other tables looked at me curiously as I nursed my white mocha chocolate coffee, but all I did was stare at them back until they looked in other directions. I was not for it. I looked around the room at all of the people who were with, I assumed, their dates or significant others, and I sighed in disgust.
    I was on my lunch break and all I wanted to do was get out of the office for a few minutes and get my mind off of men. But like drug addicts, men were everywhere. Tall, short, thick, sloppy, muscular, white, black, Asian; I’d fuck any one of them in a bathroom stall if it meant that it would lead to a promising relationship. But I knew that was the thinking that got me in situations I had previously been in and gotten out of.
    I guessed all the good men were in jail or straight. And the ones out here all wanted sugar daddies. I wasn’t about to father any man. I wanted a man who was readymade, not a Mr. Potato Head I had to put together when I got him. Hell nah!
    â€œCan I sit down here with you?” a strong and masculine voice spoke from above.
    I almost looked up and asked, “Is that you, Lord?” but I knew better. “Huh?” I looked up at him, confused and caught in the smell of his bodacious cologne. I knew the scent well; it was The One by Dolce & Gabbana. It was one of my favorites. He was a very good-looking guy. Well dressed, tailored suit. Close-cut hair. Dark, dark chocolate skin. My eyes drifted closed as if I were lulled by a sweet song or dream.
    â€œExcuse me, are you okay?” His voice brought me back.
    â€œOh, Lord, you must think I’m crazy.” Embarrassment covered my face like a snug