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jawbreakin' a dick, mess hall, or the law library, workin' on that case tryin' to get out?”
    “Imani—”
    “Oh shit, I got it, you in the license-plate program.”
    The girls fell out laughing in the background.
    “Yeah,” Tasha said, peeking in the rearview mirror at Imani in the backseat, “tell that niggah to get a sock and gun his meat!”
    “Imani,” Walik laughed hesitantly, “y'all got jokes … real cute… and I tell you what.” He was still calm, never raising his voice. “I'll see you in a minute, ma. I'ma let you get that off for now, 'cause I know you're hurt. My peoples told me what happened between you and Shante. But check this, tell big girl and them two li'l anorexic ma'fuckers to mind their business. Matter a fact, take yo' ass home. I don't even want you hangin' with them.”
    “Kiss my ass, niggah! I wish I would go in the house. My name ain't Shante. You's a no-good, sorry-ass liar that can lick the crack of my shitty ass!”
    Imani's girls fell out laughing.
    “If you don't like what she's saying then buck, niggah!” Tasha said, still laughing.
    “Ahhh haa! Tell that niggah to find him a punk at roll call in the morning!” Sabrena screamed.
    “Yo,” Walik said calmly, “you see I'm being calm, right? You playin' me and I'm takin' it, but one thing you better do is tell that big-tittie, gold-tooth-wearin' ho that my size thirteen will make her lung collapse.”
    “Oh please,” Imani snapped, “don't play yourself 'cause your feet about a size three. So hurry to the weight room and lay on the bench press and suck a dick. And furthermore, why you on my phone? You don't give a damn about nobody but yourself, yousorry good-for-nothin' rotten-dick bitch! I hate the day that I fell for yo' ass, but not to worry, 'cause the niggah that's runnin' yo' block that you once had locked, his cum slides down my throat with ease. Plus, he lets Jamal call him daddy.”
    “What you say to me, Imani?” Walik said, his voice rising. “Check it, in a minute I'ma see about you.”
    “In a minute, niggah please, you got years. Jailhouse ma'fuckers always about to see somebody in a minute. The only thing you gon' see in a minute is the fuckin' yard or the movie room. Go get a new jumpsuit and give it a rest. I can't help it if that niggah's dick bigger than yours!” And with that, Imani hung up.
    “And turn that shit off !” Sabrena insisted. “Fuck that niggah, we at the club now!”
    Once Tasha parked the car, everyone walked toward the front of the club. The bouncer lived in the same building as Sabrena and Imani, so the girls didn't have to wait long to get in.
    “Oh hell yeah!” Sabrena yelled, waving her arms in the air as they stepped into the club. “I'm tryna leave with a big baller tonight!” The music was blasting and the club was jam-packed. Usually the middle of the floor was designated as the dance area but tonight people were dancing all over the place.
    “This shit is fire!” Tasha said while ordering an apple martini.
    “Look at Papi-chulo over there, Mami.” Quiana grinned, waving at the guy.
    The girls stood by the bar, watching the crowd, dancing slightly in their spots, and waiting on their favorite song to seduce them to the dance floor. As if on cue Mariah Carey's “It's Like That” started blasting.
    “This is my fuckin' theme song!” Imani started getting her bounce on. Closing her eyes, she started working the hell outta the spot she was standing in. Tasha, Quiana, and Sabrena started dancing around her, clapping their hands and cheering her on. “Do that shit, Imani!” As if he'd floated in on cloud nine a sexycopper-toned Puerto Rican brother with wavy black hair corn-rowed to the back and falling to his shoulder blades danced his way over, parted the girls' circle, and started freaking Imani from behind. Imani could feel his hard dick pressed against her ass, but she didn't give a damn. All of her energy was going to the atmosphere and she was enjoying