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wouldn’t let me hurt, that’s why I felt so sorry for myself that I let him get away.
                  In response, I leaned over an inch to allow our lips to touch. For milliseconds, I wondered if he would push me away. But immediately, after the wonder came, his tongue pushed it away– spreading my lips apart and inviting my tongue to dance.
                 

Simone
    “ What’s up, Miss Simone? Need some help with that?”
                  I was so happy to see Chance. I was rushing out of the office, while carrying mounds of paperwork that I planned to complete over the weekend. It was past six o’clock. I really needed to get home quick so that I could get ready. I had a date with Omari. I couldn’t wait to see him.
                  “Sure, Chance. Thank you,” I told him as I handed him the stacks of papers in accordion files. “How have you been doing? You haven’t stopped by to see me in a few days.”
              With a sigh, Chance replied, “Been busy getting ready to leave this joint. They been sending me on interviews and what not.”
                  “What kind of interviews?”
                  As Chance managed to hold onto the files and hold the door open for me, he sighed in frustration. “Jobs that ain’t gone pay me much.”
                  “Well, are they helping you get into school? You should be able to get a lot of help through the government. We have a lot of programs to help you out with that.”
                  I caught Chance slightly rolling his eyes as we approached my car. I wasn’t surprised. Rarely do eighteen year old Black boys growing up in the hood want to hear about college and what not. They want money, and they want it fast.
                  “It’s going to be okay,” I promised Chance as we loaded the files in the back seat of my car. “Don’t get so anxious about leaving here. You don’t have to make a decision regarding taking care of yourself so quickly. You have until you’re twenty-one to be in transitional housing…”
                  “And then what?”
                  Chance honestly looked like he wanted me to answer that. He looked like he wanted me to fix it. But the only thing I could do was reach out and wrap my arms around him. When he hugged me back, he held on to me so tight that it scared me. He held me like he needed the love and support in that hug more than he needed air to breathe.
                  Though it was late, I didn’t know if any other personnel were around, so I let Chance go. He reluctantly did the same. As his arms left my body, his hands grazed my waistline and hips.
                  I wondered was it an accident. I even waited for him to apologize but he simply gave me an obvious stare that gave me uncomfortable chills.
                  “All right, Chance. I will see you later.”
                  I knew that he had a crush on me. I guess since he was approaching his release from Lexington, he was feeling froggish. Chance said his goodbyes as I quickly hopped in the driver’s seat, started the car, and rolled down the window.
                  As I watched Chance walk away, I was in a daze. I wondered did he really just feel me up or was it just in my mind. I was so consumed in shock that I didn’t hear footsteps quickly approaching my car from the driver’s side until it was too late and hands were inside of the window tightly wrapped around my neck.
                  The grip around my neck was so tight that I couldn’t even scream out for help. I pulled at the hands and struggled to get free.
                  Then, whoever it was brought his face into the window. We were eye to eye. That’s when I recognized Tre.
                  “Bitch, it’s this easy to fuck you up,” he threatened,