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back. Oh snap!
    â€œWhat’s going on out here?” she demanded to know.
    I tried to speak but my stomach was in a knot, which gave Tameka a chance to put her two cents in.
    â€œNot that it’s any of your business, but I’m trying to have a discussion with my man,” she yelled, snaking her neck as she spoke.
    Noelle’s eyebrows curled. “I don’t know who you are, and with that attitude I don’t want to know. However, I do know this is a place of business, my business, and I would appreciate it if you’d get out of here before I have to call the police.”
    Noelle is a full-figured sistah and the look in her eyes said she was ready to take Tameka down if she even dared to look at her cross-eyed. Already, I could see my lucrative career going out the window.
    â€œNoelle, I got this.” Before Tameka could respond, I took her by the arm and led her out the salon. As soon as we were outside the door, she snatched her arm back.
    â€œYou ain’t got shit! I don’t appreciate you playing with my emotions, Chauncey.”
    Through the storefront window I saw them nosy chicks inside, watching like it was a soap opera. “Listen, I didn’t play with your emotions. I told you straight up I wasn’t looking for anything serious. It’s not my fault you took it there.”
    Tameka just stood there with her hands on her hips and suddenly her bottom lip quivered. “I love you.”
    I simply shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I won’t lie to you.” Next thing I know, she hauled off and landed a slap across my face. Inside, the salon erupted with laughter. It took everything I had not to hit that chick back. My mother taught me to never touch a female even if she wasn’t acting like a lady. “We done! You hear me. Don’t bring your trifling ass around here again! Otherwise, like my boss said, we’re gonna call the police.”
    Tears started running down her face. “Yeah . . . all right . . . but this shit ain’t over. You gonna regret fucking with my emotions.” With that, she turned and walked to her car.
    As I watched her leave, I began to wonder that maybe it was time I made some changes in my life. All the hitting and quitting was starting to become a problem. I thought being honest with a chick from the jump would save a lot of unnecessary heartache and pain. Instead, females seemed to find my lack of interest in a commitment as a challenge. My skill in the bedroom was something I was not going to apologize for. I listened to the women in the salon every day complain about men who weren’t satisfying them. I was fortunate enough to not be one of them. What I had was an addiction. Just like drugs, liquor, and potato chips. A female couldn’t seem to have my good loving just once. They craved my touch, my tongue, and my magic stick. But just like a crackhead, I left females feenin’ for more. That’s why chicks like Tameka tried to put salt in my game.
    I didn’t know it before, but I knew it then. I was going to have to make some changes, because females coming on my job, I wasn’t having that. Thanks to Tameka, my tips for the rest of the afternoon were now going to be half of what they would have been. Females knew I was too fine to be single, but that doesn’t mean they want it rubbed in their face either. And that’s exactly what Tameka just did. Damn! Patricia was one of my biggest tippers.
    I stepped into the salon. Noelle cut her eyes at me.
    â€œWe’ll talk later,” she said, then moved back to her office.
    Tiffany took one look at me and started laughing. “You need to keep that chick on a leash.”
    That wasn’t a bad idea. I shook my head and gave a half laugh to hide my embarrassment, then moved over to the chair where Patricia wasn’t looking too happy. “Sorry about that.” I took my seat on the floor in front of her. “How about white