Nympho Read Free

weren’t sleeping together. There’s something about Rico that’s mesmerizing. He just pulls me in and I can’t seem to let go. I can’t explain it because I’ve never experienced this feeling before,” Tanya insisted.
    â€œHow many ways can I tell you to adopt a zero tolerance cheating policy? You fuck up, you’re fired—that’s how it should be. If Rico hasn’t dipped his wick in her yet, he will. He’s no more magnetic than any other sucker out here with cheap lines, a decent job, a few good brains cells, and a mission to weave a tangled web to catch as many women off guard as possible. Don’t let that man brainwash you. It’s just a matter of time before you find out that he’s a pure dud who has no more appeal than the rest of them.”
    â€œYou think so?”
    â€œI know so. I’m tired of listening to this bullshit, Tanya. This shouldn’t be a difficult decision for anyone. This isn’t Rico’s first time cheating on you. Maybe I should’ve kept a log and listed all of the times you woke my ass up wondering if he was at home or in someone else’s. No, you haven’t proven anything yet, but what in the hell are you waiting for—in-person proof that you’re nothing more than an onlooker in the hoochie parade? You’re celibate, Rico is man who likes to fuck, and you have no ring. Do you really think he’s going to be faithful under those circumstances, or do you think he’s going to keep playing these games?”
    â€œI don’t know what to think anymore—I just don’t. I’m just trying to do the right thing.”
    â€œTrey’s hands stay on me like an octopus, but he knows that I’m not giving him some ass until we get married,” I lied. “It’s not easy holding out on these Negroes when women are out here shaking their tail feathers in clubs and handing it over on the first night after a man pays for a cheesy fifteen-dollar entree. Somehow, I manage to remind him he’s not missing out because I’m worth the wait. I constantly remind him that these trifling hoochies who drop their drawers on demand will only be a convenience to him and those types have nothing lasting to offer.”
    â€œWhat should I do? The last one picked his nose at the dinner table and went on and on about his swollen prostate. The one before that acted as if paying for a lunch date would ruin his savings account. The choice index is very slim out here.”
    â€œStop tripping—forget Rico’s peanut head self! Crack down, be tough, and date someone else. Think ahead. He’s a waste of your time despite the slim pickings. Rico is what I call a professional bachelor. He’s never going to get married, he’s set in his ways, and he may not even be trainable to do right by any woman . . . let alone, my girl.”
    â€œYou’re right. I’ve been acting like he was interested in having a wife and kids. Rico isn’t going to rig up a trailer hitch and pull it through weeds just so I can go camping. What was I thinking?” Tanya chuckled and shook her head.
    â€œThe blind sees! Thank you Jesus—she’s healed! Boo coo improvement! Break up with him so you can find your place in time. After you do, the membership drive of Tanya’s fan club will be on! If it’s the last thing I do, we’re going to find you someone worth keeping. But first I’m going to teach you how to grow a backbone so you can train a man to respect you. You’re a beautiful, strong woman, so be encouraged. It’s not you, it’s him.”
    â€œThanks Leslie. I’m glad I have you. You’re my best friend in this world,” Tanya told me, smiling.
    â€œWell, prove that you want peace of mind by getting rid of the dead weight in your life. I found a good man and so can you, girl. Keep your standards high. Do what’s best for you by hooking up