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with a man who appreciates you, Miss Tanya. Now get going before you start tripping again,” I told her, patting the top of her left hand.
    â€œBut what about our girl’s day out? This was supposed to be all about you, not me.”
    â€œEverything was nice, Tanya. Besides, I can head over to my man’s house. I assure you that a sister can take care of herself.” Just to pretend that everything was kosher, I dangled Trey’s key and grinned. I was showing off like I had Trey on lockdown by having it. My girl knew we didn’t live together, yet I had a key.
    As Tanya walked away to handle the business in her private life, I began to rewind the situation in my head. Tanya and Rico hooked up after meeting at a cookout Trey threw early in the summer, a few months after her divorce. Like the hypocrite I was, I’d just advised her to cut the cord on Rico while pretending it was all gravy in my world. I wanted to portray the image of a secure woman in love, but in actuality, it was a fifty-fifty shot that Trey would be thrilled when my face met his. Sometimes people give advice they don’t follow themselves. You know how that goes.

2
    My Best Friend’s Man
    I made it to Trey’s house about six o’clock that evening. He was nowhere to be found, but since traffic had been heavy due to construction work on the highway, I decided to stick around and plug in a good flick. The events that transpired in my own life should’ve given me pause. Watching porn and giving contraptions like the Rider Rocker Fucking Ball a spin were the only way in which I could become sexually adventurous. As soon as the UPS man dropped the box on my porch, I inflated the ball, attached the six-inch fake penis, and mounted it as if I expected a waterfall of satisfaction. I was ashamed of how far I’d go in pursuit of an orgasm because I claimed to be a born again Christian. Obviously, I hadn’t stopped denying my carnal pleasures. The only thing I was good at was leading a double life. In fact, I’d hidden some of the spiciest recorded trysts in the back of a closet that Trey never bothered to clean, in his very own place. Anytime I was tired of hearing my fiancé’s explanation that the mother of his children should never behave like a common slut by putting her mouth where he peed, I snuck to watch various women liberate themselves sexually by being very nasty girls and enjoying it. Those men didn’t seem to mind; in fact, they simply loved it. I wished I didn’t have to learn about the erotic side of life by hunting down someone who made ten-dollar bootleg porn videos and sold them in a pissy smelling cubbyhole near a metro stop. But my profession as a teacher, and Trey’s standards that involved placing me on a high pedestal, meant that I could never hold my head up high and openly walk into a sex shop—I had to sneak. And sneak I did, at least twice a week. I became my hook up man’s best customer, requesting him to recommend his new favorites and leaving with several flicks at a time.
    After I put on my glasses so I could see every detail, I inserted a new freak show into the DVD player in Trey’s bedroom. Sex sounds immediately inspired me to stroke my clitoris. Just as my juices began to flow, my phone rang and disturbed my groove. Without realizing how close I was to feeling my first real orgasm, I picked up my cell phone, remembering to turn down the volume of the movie first, of course.
    â€œHello,” I said breathlessly.
    â€œDamn, do you answer the phone sounding like that all of the time? I need to call looking for my girl more often,” Rico replied.
    â€œMmm. Mmm. Hold on,” I said. The sound of a living man’s voice aroused me so much I tried to kill off the naughty feeling, and send it back to its sender.
    â€œI’m looking for Tanya, but from the sound of things, she’s not with you.”
    â€œShe isn’t . . . she