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and took a deep breath to calm herself. She walked up the three small, broken concrete steps to the front door and knocked. There was some rustling on the other side of the door, and her heart began to speed up with anticipation.
    The door opened slightly; the chain lock stopped it from opening wider.
    â€œHello?” a man said through the small opening.
    â€œHey, I’m Crystal. Your man sent me over. Said you just been released and needed a good time.”
    Billie watched through the crack in the door as the man looked to her left and right then behind her. Convinced that no one was waiting to jump him, he finally took the time to check out the fine woman standing at his door.
    Billie could see the smile spread on the man’s face.
    â€œHell yeah,” he said. He closed the door and unlatched the chain to let Billie in.
    Billie stepped through the door and entered a mostly empty living room. To Billie’s right there was one recliner with a TV tray next to it. Sitting in front of that was a small television atop a milk crate, and that was it; no more furniture, nothing on the walls except a layer of dirt. She focused on the recliner. It was vinyl, with rips and tears revealing whatever stuffing was left inside. Her father used to have a recliner, she remembered. They would cuddle there together sometimes in its warm fabric.
    â€œI like what you’ve done with the place,” Billie said sarcastically.
    â€œThe fuck you expect, bitch? I just got out the pen two days ago.” The man snarled with irritation.
    She turned to him. “I know, baby. I’m just playin’.” She stroked his cheek softly. This calmed him down immediately.
    She continued, “You’re Ramon, right?”
    â€œYeah, baby. That’s right.”
    â€œWell, Ramon, since there is no place to sit in this room, why don’t you show me to the bedroom.”
    â€œI like the way you thinkin’, girl.” He led her toward the back of the house. “Yo, who you say sent you? Phareed?”
    â€œDon’t worry about who sent me. Just know you’ve earned my visit.”
    â€œHell yeah, it’s Phareed. That nigga is payin’ me back for not snitchin’. You know I had to dead a nigga for Phareed? Well, I deaded more than that, but I only got caught for one. I coulda snitched that nigga out and saved my ass, but I ain’t like that. I’m a loyal nigga. Did a fifteen-year bid off that shit—well, I only did seven of those fifteen.”
    â€œDon’t worry, honey. I know all about you,” Billie purred.
    Ramon smiled. “Yeah, I’m pro’ly kinda famous up in the hood.”
    â€œSomething like that.”
    The bedroom was just as barren as the living room. The only thing in the room was a dirty-ass twin bed and a nightstand with an alarm clock sitting on it.
    â€œI know my place don’t look nice now, but I’ma get back on my feet. I’ma call Phareed, tell him it’s time start working for him again. Yo, believe me, you work for him, you make mad duckets.”
    â€œDon’t you worry ’bout all that right now. You just need to make sure this kitty is going to purr.” She seductively slid her hand between her thighs.
    â€œI’m gonna tear that shit up.”
    â€œThen sit down and let this bitch do her thang.” She pushed Ramon softly in the chest, guiding him back toward the bed.
    He plopped down on the edge of the bed and quickly started unbuckling his belt. Billie got on her knees, set her purse on the floor next to her, and helped Ramon out of his pants. She pulled his jeans down to his knees, exposing his erect, thick penis.
    â€œMmmm. You got more than enough for me to break off a little somethin’. Lie back, daddy.” Again, she softly pushed his chest. He obeyed. She grabbed hold of his dick with her left hand and began to stroke it slowly. With her right hand she reached into her purse.
    Ramon