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me to do, and I’ll make it happen, Rick,” she purred at him seductively, her fingers lost in a sea of frothy, ecru orgasm resting between her thighs. She had him shaking in his $2,600 gators like a schoolboy.
    Rick stepped out of his Brooks Brother’s pants and sat down in his chair, his eleven-inch black sword sticking straight up in the air.
    “Come eat it,” he said.
    CHAPTER 3
    L ate Friday night, Kym wasn’t finished after she jumped off Diesel’s dick. She drove the Charger home to her twin home in the West Oak Lane section of the city on Alice Street and parked in back. Chirping her Brink’s alarm off with a keychain remote, she opened the security door and whooshed inside. No, it wasn’t South or Wild, Wild West Philly which were more like modern day Iraq, but Philly was still one of the major crime capitals of the US; right up there with Camden, New Jersey and Detroit, Michigan. She clicked again to reset the alarm as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom and dropped her vintage Louis Vuitton, one of her first gifts from Brooks, on her bed.
    Her pink BlackBerry Curve 8330 cell phone belted out Beyonce’s Single Ladies – Put A Ring On It , and she pushed talk at the familiar ring as she dashed into the bathroom. “What’s up, Trick?” she asked.
    “That’s Mrs. Trick to you, bitch,” was her friend’s retort.
    Tracy was a former probation officer, who mysteriously quit her job to start a home healthcare business two years ago. Kym never understood the notion of leaving a good government job to gamble on striking up a new business at home. And Tracy was so secretive about it.
    Kym and Tracy were pretty tight, at least in Tracy’s estima tion. Kym had become indispensable when Tracy’s boyfriend, Rick Brooks, dumped her out of the blue last year and crushed her heart. Kym told Tracy everything, sparing little detail of her raucous and varied sex life with the men on her caseload.
    Tracy was probably cooking dinner for the week while checking homework, and practicing some sexy moves for her new boyfriend when he got home from work. The bitch did it all and still looked like a model, even after giving birth to four children.
    “Okay, I hear it in your voice, Kym. Who is he this time? And wait, does he have a job, or is he fresh out of the penitentiary, as usual?” Tracy asked.
    “Oh, here you go, knocking the temporary solution to my libido issues before you get all the juicy details. And very juicy they were! Damn, girl, if they make all of them like Diesel in jail, I’m ‘bout to become a C.O. They don’t all come out on probation, you know, and I could sample all that sweet meat in- house. Trace, his ten-inch dick had my pussy on fire, and you know there’s only one way to put that shit out.”
    “Wait, did you say Diesel? Are you fucking serious? Some woman named her child Diesel, and you fucked him?” It sounded like Tracy dropped the phone on the counter. “Kym, you got me cursing in front of my babies! I’ma call you back, ‘cause you is crazy, bitch!”
    Kym wondered briefly why Tracy was so quick to get off the phone these days. She thought back to the last time they had a lengthy conversation…and it was months ago. Kym mental-noted to revisit the idea down the line, maybe there was something going on. Then again, maybe there wasn’t.
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    And just like that, Kym shit, showered and shaved. Okay, minus the shaving. It was Friday night, and a bitch was feeling and looking damned good if she had to say so herself. She had on a Lafayette 148 New York Bolero dress this time and Jimmy Choo knee boots. She always represented when she stepped outside. She would never be caught unprepared out in public. Despite being a government employee, she had an image to uphold.
    Kym was on to her next victim. Fucking Diesel was something nice, and there was definitely something about him. But Rafael Serrano, aka Pretty Boy, was something else all together. Just thinking about him made her