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Kat from behind. Kat moaned when she felt him enter her walls. With each stroke he delivered, she made sure to throw it back as hard as she could.
    After twenty minutes of hard sex, Quick finally pulled out and exploded all over Kat’s ass. “Damn!” Quick exhaled as he lay butt naked on the bed.
    Kat quickly went to the bathroom to clean herself off. She was returning from the bathroom carrying a wash rag to could clean Quick up, when she heard his cell phone ring.
    Kat’s smile quickly turned into a frown. “Damn! You just got in the fuckin’ house!” She huffed. “Why you ain’t answering your phone? It must be one of your bitches!” Kat tossed the wet rag at Quick’s face.
    Quick moved the rag from his face and answered his phone. He spoke briefly then hung it up. Then he began to get dressed.
    â€œWhere the fuck you think you going?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest. “So what? Your next bitch call, and you jump up running?”
    â€œFuck is you talking about?” Quick said in an aggravated tone. “I have to go make a run real quick.”
    Kat sucked her teeth. “You must think I’m a fool.”
    Quick was getting ready to snap, but he held it together, as he put his hoodie back on, followed by his vest. He grabbed a few ounces of weed then headed for the door.
    â€œQuick, if you walk out that door, I swear, you better not come back.” Kat was sick of being stuck in the house all the time by herself, and she was definitely sick of Quick and his lies.
    â€œI’ll be right back,” Quick yelled over his shoulder.
    â€œWell, you better take yo’ shit with you, and I’m not playing either,” Kat said, anger all in her tone and body language.
    Quick just shook his head as he exited the apartment. He didn’t care what Kat said. He was going to get that money.
    After Quick made the drop-off, he headed back to his apartment, only to find all his shit sprawled all over the front stoop. He quickly searched through the bags until he found his weed stash. He quickly stuck the seven pounds of weed in a duffel bag and left all the other items right there on the stoop. He tossed the duffel bag in the backseat of his own hooptie, deciding he might as well start tailing Frank a little sooner than he’d planned.

“Being A Fool”
    Tiffany looked down at her watch as she stepped off the bus. She only had five minutes to be home. After what happened the other night, she definitely wasn’t trying to be late. So she began to jog home. She felt dumb as hell, jogging home, but it was either jog, or get her ass beat, and she was tired of getting her ass beat. So jogging it was.
    She reached the lobby and caught her breath while she waited for the elevator, her lungs about to explode out her chest. She hopped on the elevator, pressed her floor, then glanced down at her watch. She had made it home on time with two minutes to spare. She hopped off the elevator and saw some light-skin chick with a long weave and bamboo earrings exiting her apartment.
    â€œGirl, hold that elevator,” the light-skin girl said as she rushed to catch the elevator before the doors closed.
    Tiffany looked at the light-skin girl run past her, but she had to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. She continued on down the hallway until she reached her front door.
    She walked inside the apartment and spotted Blake sitting on the couch with no shirt on, sparking up a blunt. Immediately the smell of sex filled her nostrils.
    â€œWhat was that girl doing up in here? And where is your shirt?” Tiffany said, feeling herself about to cry.
    â€œFuck is you talking about?” Blake said in a disinterested tone, as he rested his legs on the coffee table.
    â€œWho was that girl that just left up out of our house?” Tiffany asked again with more bass in her voice this time.
    â€œI don’t know what you talking about,”