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Face toward a small office, the entire time wondering what she’d done wrong.
    Ms. Brush Face plopped down while Snow stood in front of her desk awaiting her next orders.
    “Piss in this,” Ms. Brush Face said handing her a plastic cup. “The bathroom is over there.”
    Like a robot, Snow walked toward the bathroom, pulled her clothes down, squatted and pissed in the cup over the toilet. When she was done, she cleaned the outside really well, dried it off and handed it back to Ms. Brush Face.
    Ms. Brush Face dipped a stick into the urine, causing it to splash on her knuckles but she didn’t give a fuck. She waited a few seconds and read the results.
    Shaking her head, she said, “You’re pregnant. Your parents are going to be devastated.”
    Upon hearing the worst news of her life, Snow Bradshaw passed out cold.

CHAPTER 6
    RASIM
     
    Rasim, Brooklyn and Chance were in their room talking about the recent trip home Rasim was granted. This one was for the books.
    It had been a little over a month since the first time he had sex with Snow and it had been happening repeatedly ever since. But now that Rasim had his first experience, he took to flinging his dick around like he was a kid and it was a brand new sword.
    His latest conquest?
    Selena Amo.
    While it was true that sex with Snow was as special as hugging a newborn baby, simply put, the pretty Latina knew how to fuck. Selena sucked, licked, scratched and sexed Rasim into oblivion the entire weekend he was home on a pass. And just like young teenage boys do, he thought it would be a good idea to brag. Besides, all three of them had their way with Selena and they needed to compare notes.
    Even though conversations about fucking Selena were free, he never said a word about his sexual exploits with Snow. That was none of their fucking business.
    Brooklyn and Chance planted themselves in the middle of the floor like oak trees as they anticipated the details. They wore sneaky grins on their faces as they were yanked back into the moment when they too had Selena.
    With the proper audience in play, scrawny Rasim placed his hands in front of him like he was holding the girl’s waist and was sexing her from the back. “So I had her like this, right,” he moved his hips back and forth in a foolish manner. “And she was like, ‘More, more, Papi. Your dick so big. Your dick so fat.’”
    “She did me like that too,” Brooklyn contributed, barely able to remain still.
    “I’m telling you that shit was so tight and wet,” Rasim continued as he snatched the mic and regained control of the floor. “So I smacked her ass and was like—”
    When Brooklyn and Chance’s expressions changed from delight to alarm suddenly, Rasim wondered what horror awaited him. When he followed their gaze with a slow roll of his head toward the door, he was staring into the hazel browns of the love of his young life…Snow.
    Snow was rooted in her position as tears filled the wells of her eyes and threatened to drown her on the spot. She loved Rasim with all that God had given her. Her body. Her mind. And her soul. Why did he require more?
    Humiliated beyond belief, her bottom lip twitched as she turned to make an exit. Unlike when she left Morris’s closet, this time Snow caught wheels as she sped away with what was left of her broken heart.
    Rasim, on the other hand, was stuck. His limbs were stiff and the beat of his heart could be seen through the black Polo shirt he donned. His mouth stayed open and his nose burned. He was breathing so heavily he was on the verge of overheating. He could even feel himself wanting to weep although he would never allow such a graceful act in front of his compadres.
    Instead, he flopped down on Southeast Brian’s bed even though he didn’t play that shit on his own bed, and threw his face into his hands.
    He fucked up.
     
    ****
     
    It was official.
    Snow Bradshaw had left the building.
    Forever.
    Rasim did all he could to conduct a search party to