“M r . Man . That was one heck of a game just now. Talk to me. What’s going through your mind right now? I think you just beat your own record. You just beat last year’s ppg by three points. Tonight , you have thirty-seven PPG , eight RPG , and five APG . You’re on fire!” the sports interviewer, Danny , said after we’d just demolished the Warriors on our turf.

I’d just gotten off the court, so I was sweating like a motha fucka. Not really out of breath, but I could still feel the adrenaline running through my body from how I had just shown my motha fuckin’ ass on that court!

“Shit , I’m happy. My son is in the building watching me, so I just gotta make him proud, you know? My pops is here too, and every time he comes to watch me play, I just feel like that little boy all over again with him down my back when I played little league ball. Serenity is here too, and I think her ass puts more pressure on me than anybody. I couldn’t let her leave this game talking trash and saying how we got our ass spanked,” I responded, trying to be mindful of my words because a nigga had been fined too many times for getting on live TV and talking crazy.

I had to keep my responses family-friendly, even though I really wanted to get on that mic and talk big shit about how we just finished spanking that ass. Warrior fans had been talking shit for weeks about how we were going to get our ass beat in our own home, and I was glad that shit didn’t go down the way a lot of people had predicted it would.

I wrapped up my conversation and went courtside to join my family. My parents were both there, my best friend Rafael , my son, my ex-wife, and some new shit that I was fuckin’ on from time to time named Lia was there too. No lie, I wasn’t even going to have Lia pull up to my game because I knew Serenity was coming with my son, and neither of them had met Lia yet. But Lia had been on my ass, telling me she wanted to come to this game, and I couldn’t be fuckin’ this girl silly, putting this quality dick inside her, having her gag on my shit at least four times a week, and not get her courtside tickets. So , I did that, but I hit Serenity up earlier in the week to let her know what it was going to be.

Serenity was cool with the shit and didn’t trip about it, which I can’t even say I was shocked about because my ex-wife was so secure, even with us not being together anymore. I could bring ten hoes and line them up in front of her, and she wouldn’t give a damn. She knew when it came down to it that she was my best friend. Shit , I probably wouldn’t tell her this because I didn’t want to boost that already big ass head up any more, but she still had my fuckin’ heart. I felt like she knew that shit, which is why she didn’t give a fuck about shit she saw in the blogs about me when I did step out and was caught running the streets with a woman.

It sucked that Siri and I didn’t work out because I loved that woman more than ball. You gotta understand that a nigga like me grew up in a basketball home with a love for ball that started when I was just a year old, so for me to say that I loved her ass more than ball, that was a whole lot of fuckin’ love right there.

Cross my heart and put my hand on the bible. I never cheated on Serenity . My dick was only beating around her walls, and her walls only. She was the only one swallowing my dick, too, because I had self-control, and I knew what the fuck I had waiting for me at home. God hadn’t created such a piece of fineness since he created Serenity because I had yet to see a woman who could hold a candle to her, and trust me, since I’d been a single man, I had seen a lot of beauties, but not my ex-wife’s kind of beauty.

People liked to think that all ball players were dogs who didn’t do shit but cheat on our wives, but that wasn’t our story. Most ball players got caught up on the road during away games and found themselves lonely and missing some pussy. When I was married to Serenity , I never had to beat my meat. Didn’t matter where the fuck I was in the world. If my wife wasn’t near me, I would have her ass hop on a private jet in a second just to ride my dick. And like nothing happened, she’d be back in Cali to tend to my son the next morning. Even though she would fly out for some dick, it was deeper than that. I really just wanted to be around her ass. It was to the point that I needed Siri like I needed air to breathe, so it was crazy that she was now my ex-wife.

As I mentioned, cheating isn’t what drove us apart. Two people with big ass dreams, and because of that, it was kind of hard to commit to the one thing we both took vows on, which was our marriage. Granted , when I met Serenity , I knew her goals, and I knew mine as well. I knew she wanted to be a big-time performer and eventually own her own dance studio. I was cool with that. Never had any issues with it. Shit , that was my wife, so I was her biggest cheerleader. I think shit started going left once she had Kari . For at least the first two years of his life, she took a break from everything, and her only focus was being a mother and the wife of an NBA player.

When Kari was a baby, she would leave him with my parents on nights when I had games, so she never missed one. A nigga loved that shit because back when she was working on the road and shit, she wasn’t able to attend every game. After two years had gone by, Serenity was ready to get up again and make some moves. I think the hardest thing we ever had to battle in our marriage was when Kari was three, and she went on a six-month tour to dance with Madonna . There were times when I wouldn’t see my wife for weeks at a time.

She took Kari on the road with her and got a nanny. Whenever I got a break from ball, which was rare because she left right in the middle of my season, I would fly to wherever she was, spend a few days with her and my son, go back to play ball, and I would fly over again to whatever city they were in. That had become our lifestyle. I ain’t like that shit, though. I wanted to be able to come home to my wife and kid every night, but I felt like if I spoke up on that shit, I would come off as selfish as if my dreams only mattered and Serenity’s didn’t.

After the Madonna tour, there were more tours, more traveling, and more of us not being around each other. It started to feel like we were only around each other because we had a child together. Hugs started getting dry as fuck, kisses didn’t really hold a lot of love and passion in them, and when we would fuck, it was just enough for us to get our rocks off, and that was it. Then , I felt like her ass was watching my strokes, making it clear she didn’t want a nigga to nut inside her because she wasn’t trying to have another baby. Serenity and I were supposed to have four kids minimum, but she wanted to finish at least half of her goals before bringing another baby into this world.

We both tried to make our shit work. I think I held on so long because I knew Serenity battled with lupus, and I would feel like a pussy for leaving her, knowing she would need a nigga. But if you know that woman, you’ll know there isn’t a weak bone in her body, and she’d be quick to say that she’s okay when she would be in a shit load of pain. Although I agreed to the divorce, it wasn’t what I wanted deep down inside. I wanted us to make our shit work, but life just didn’t go that way.

It was no beef, though. That was my dawg, my personal shit talker, and the one who wasn’t going to dick ride me just because I was Mr . Man , the ball player. If my performance on the court was trash, she would say that shit and not give a damn if a nigga was already in a fucked-up mood from losing. I knew I could always count on her input, even at times when that shit wasn’t needed.

“Awww . Babyyyyy , you played so goodddd,” Lia’s voice squeaked as I made my way over to my family and shit.

I took one look at my mama, saw the disappointment on her face, and laughed, knowing damn well she wasn’t team Lia already. Lia was the kind of woman who you fucked with but didn’t really bring around your family like that because your judging ass mama wasn’t going to be too fond of her. My mama made it clear that the only daughter-in-law she had was Serenity , and she didn’t give two fucks about me re-marrying because that was how her mindset would always be.

I didn’t see myself re-marrying, though, and it didn’t have a damn thing to do with Serenity . I would date and have my fun and shit, but I wasn’t going to get married again. That was a once in a lifetime kind of thing for me. Shit , marriage kind of scared me, too, lowkey. You invest all this time in a person, love the fuck out of them, and predict how the future will go between the two of you, only for that shit to not work out. I just didn’t want a round two of that, so I planned to stay single and just dibble and dabble into some new shit every so often.

“Thank you. What’s good with you?” I asked, dodging her from kissing me on my lips because that’s what she was trying to do.

I’m not going to even act like I didn’t peck Lia on the lips from time to time because I did, but I just couldn’t seem to kiss her on the lips with my ex-wife standing not too far away, along with my son. Serenity was a well-known person, so she was too busy talking to a few fans to pay me any mind. From where I stood, I took her in. Of course, I noticed her beauty, but I also noticed that she’d lost a few pounds. Serenity was firm. She had a perfect body. It had been that way since I met her in college. She was one of those women who anyone could look at the firmness of her legs and thighs and tell she worked out. She had nice muscles in her arms for a woman, but it wasn’t anything too crazy, where she was overly cocky. She stood a good 5’6”, which to me was short as hell because I was 6’8”.

Serenity had big, curly, light brown hair that she wore curly this evening. I won’t even say I was surprised by the nice fit she was rocking because, in true Serenity form, she was going to always put that shit on. She wore a pair of leather pants that fit tight as hell, and they were capris, so they stopped just a few inches before her ankles. She paired a baby blue cropped top with the pants, showing off her toned, flat stomach. A baby blue Bottega purse was in her hand with black strappy Bottega heels on her feet. I could only see her side profile, which was enough for me to tell that she had makeup on, and like always, it was on point. A nice, silver, bust down Cartier watch was on her left wrist, and the diamonds on that custom VVS chain she wore that spelled out Siri looked good as fuck on her.

“Did you hear me, bae?” Lia asked. She basically snapped me out of staring because my eyes were focused on my ex-wife. Not because a nigga was thirsty, but mainly because something about her seemed off.

“Nah . What you said?” I asked Lia .

“I’ll just meet you back at my house. I see some of my home girls,” she let me know, then she wrapped her arms around me, kissed me on my cheek, and walked off.

Like the true nigga that I was, I turned my head and watched as she walked past me, so I could see all that ass hanging out of the little ass denim shorts she wore. Yeah , it was a bold ass move for her to put that shit on, knowing she was going to be around my people, but the nigga in me loved that shit, so I had to stare.

“I’m not going to even say anything, son. Good game,” my mom said once I was close enough. She gripped me by the back of my head and pulled me to her, so she could kiss me on my forehead.

My mom’s name was Amaya . She was fifty-nine years old, and she looked good as fuck for her age. She had the same chocolate skin tone as me. Back when I was a kid, she used to have long, jet-black hair, but a few years ago, she cut it all off. Now , she rocked a short cut that she’d colored burgundy, and I loved that shit on my mama. My parents’ story was pretty similar to mine and Serenity’s , but they met in high school. They’d known each other since they were freshmen, but they didn’t jump into a relationship until their sophomore year. Her fast ass had my big brother, Darryl , when she was only sixteen years old.

Because she became a mother so young, she finished high school, but she didn’t go off to college like my pops had done. She could have, though, because my Nonna was a supportive ass mother and grandmother. She didn’t mind having to raise my brother while my mom got her education. Nonna was what I called my grandmother. That’s my girl, too, but her shit talking ass liked to watch my games from home, saying that coming to the arena was too much for her.

After my parents had my big brother, they turned around and had me three years later. By then, my pops had already left for college, and my mom attended the local community college, but they were still very much in a relationship. My pops will tell me in a second all the stories about my mom popping up on his ass in college. I guess after all those damn pop ups, her ass popped up pregnant again. My parents were goals to me. I loved their union. I loved how they made it work, and that’s why sometimes I got a little angry with myself because I felt like I gave up on Serenity . Shit , we both gave up. Our shit got a little hard, and we decided to end it.

See , with my parents, in a way, I felt like their shit wasn’t as hard as Serenity's and mine. Yes , my mother ended up getting a couple of college degrees, but shit, my pops had graduated, become a first-round draft pick, and went on to be Thee Dionte Reed Sr . My pops made shit clear that the only job my mama had to have was raising his sons and being his wife. My mama didn’t work. She didn’t need to. Her husband had money, and my pops felt that whatever was his was hers, so she was well taken care of.

Although my pops is who I looked up to all my life, man, I gotta give more credit to my mama. While he was in practice and shit, it was her dropping off and picking us up from school and helping us with homework and shit like that because my pops was often too busy to do it. I didn’t fault him in any way, though. I understood at a young age that my father was out there busting his ass to provide for his family, and I had nothing but the utmost respect for him.

“What ? You don’t like my taste in women, Ma ?” I cracked.

She sucked her teeth and waved me off. “That girl doesn’t give a damn about supporting you, Dionte . She likes the perks that come with being with someone like you. She did so much recording for Instagram and taking selfies that I doubt she even saw how good you performed on that court. You have this girl sitting courtside with your family when you should have had her ass sitting up there in the stands,” my mama snapped. Her ass was pissed.

I pulled her to me again, and this time, I was the one to kiss her on her forehead.

“Ma , chill out. Shit between us is not even that serious. Pops , what’s good? Get your wife,” I said to my dad as I walked over and slapped hands with him.

My pops was sixty, but let his ass come up out of his shirt, and he was working with a full six pack. The man was healthy as a nigga in his early twenties. Although he’d retired from the game, he still got it in at the gym, and he would still hit me up to meet him at the court to get a game in. He hadn’t slowed down a bit, even though he was older now. My father stood tall, just as I did, but I was a couple of inches taller than him. He didn’t have the same chocolate skin as me. Instead , his skin was a caramel color, and he sported a bald head with a nice, full beard. On his cool shit, he had on a jersey with my number on it, some jeans, and a fresh pair of white Forces that looked fresh out of the box. He had a nice ass AP watch on his wrist, and his wedding band was the only jewelry he had on.

“Shit , she telling it like it is. I taught you at a young age what the deal is when it comes to these women. Condoms . Make sure you’re using them, nigga. You’re a lick. She’ll be proud to have a baby by you. She’ll be set for life. Good game, though. Keep playing like that, and you going to bring home another ring,” he stated as he extended his fist for a pound.

I shook it up with him, taking everything in that he said to me, even though I knew that shit already. I was fuckin’ forty years old, and I had been in this business for years, so I knew how to move when it came to these women. Whenever I fucked Lia or any other woman, for that matter, I made sure I strapped up and brought my own rubbers. And because I didn’t want to get hit with a my period is late text, I won’t even nut, even with the condom on. I would pull that shit right off and nut outside the pussy, because I didn’t need any mishaps.

“I betted on you, nigga, and I knew I didn’t have to worry about you letting me down. Good shit, Te . Keep that shit up,” my nigga, Rafael , said to me, and we shook it up with each other.

He was my best friend, and he’d been my nigga since the two of us were in first grade. I used to beat the shit out of him in basketball, but that didn’t mean the nigga was sorry. I just happened to be better. Now , even though my pops was already in the league by the time I was in elementary school, he still kept us humble and made shit clear to us that he was rich, and we , meaning me and my big brother, Darryl , were broke. Nigga had us in public schools, letting us know that we weren’t any better than the next nigga.

I met Rafael in public school. Nigga was bad as fuck and stayed in the middle of some shit. I was the same way, which is why we clicked the way we did. Two little niggas who were known for fighting and would beat the shit out of a nigga quick. By the time we hit middle school, Rafael had started hanging out with some of the niggas his older brother, Diondre , hung out with. It wasn’t long before this nigga was showing me a gun that he had in his bookbag and some drugs. I wasn’t a snitch, so I never said anything about that shit, but shit, at thirteen years old, I knew he wasn’t supposed to have that shit on him. Rafael was from the hood, so he moved accordingly. We just went on two different paths in life, but shit, he was my best friend. I would forever love the nigga, even though I didn’t agree with half the shit his ass did.

After high school, while I went to college to get an education and push toward my dream of making it to the NBA , he stayed back in Cali and pushed dope. He was now running shit and had built a drug empire from the ground up. As I looked at the jewelry and shit that this nigga had on, I had to chuckle. Anyone could tell that he was a nigga with money.

I kept my circle small as fuck. If I wasn’t hanging with Rafael , I was either kicking it with my older brother, Darryl , or my teammate, Tranquil . Although I knew a lot of niggas because of my profession, I just didn’t consider everyone to be a friend, and I didn’t allow a nigga that much access to me. Tranquil and I had been playing in the league together for years. I met him years ago at an event, and shortly after, he was traded to the Lakers to play with me. That’s been my nigga ever since. He had a wife and two boys of his own, and my son, Dakari , was cool with his boys.

My brother, Darryl , was a pilot. He owned a private jet company, and the nigga stayed busy with that, so I didn’t get to see him as much. He wasn’t always at my games, but when he had the time, he would be sitting courtside, talking his shit, and supporting me like the proud big brother he was. Darryl was forty-three with no kids, no wife, no nothing. Nigga moved like somebody in their twenties with the way he ran through hoes. It was honestly by the grace of God that his ass didn’t have at least ten kids by now.

“I appreciate that, bruh. Where Kari run off to? I just saw his ass,” I stated.

“He said he saw one of his old friends. I think he’s up there in the stands. There the little nigga go right there. Should have known he went running off to talk to a female,” Rafael said, nudging me with his arm to show me my son standing a little further away, talking to two girls who looked to have been his age.

All I could do was laugh and shake my fuckin’ head. I couldn’t even say he was at the age now where he was into girls because this little nigga had been into girls since he was in kindergarten. If anything, the shit had just increased, and he was driving his fuckin’ mama crazy with that shit. Serenity called me at least once a week, telling me the shit Kari was out there doing with those girls. He fucked around and lost his virginity about two months ago, and his dumb ass forgot to hide the used condoms in his room, knowing his mama was OCD and would clean that room up in a second. She called me, all fuckin’ hysterical. I thought I would have to jump on a jet to see what the fuck was going on in Miami when she was just carrying on like that because she found out that our son was fuckin’.

Look , I ain’t want my son out here having sex either because that came with too many problems. The biggest one was him becoming a teenage parent. I already told him that I would beat his ass if he made me a grandfather when I was only forty. Now , although I didn’t want those things, I knew my son. He had a lot of my ways, and one of them was being hardheaded as fuck. So , even though I looked his ass in the eyes and told him to hold off on having sex, he obviously went and did what the fuck he wanted regardless.

“That nigga so pussy crazy. Ima talk to him. Look at Siri , man. Fans fuckin’ love her ass,” I stated as I watched her trying to make her way over to us, but she kept getting stopped by people who just wanted to speak to her for a few seconds, take a picture, or whatever else they were trying to do.

“All fuckin night, people were walking by, stopping her and shit. During half-time, she had me walk with her to the concession, and she kept getting stopped,” he told me.

“She said anything about Lia ?” I asked, and he laughed.

“Nah . Honestly , she just asked me if the two of y’all were serious, and that was it. You know they been posting you and Lia in the blogs and shit, so I’m sure she already saw that. You know me, Te . I’m the last nigga to be giving relationship advice. I got three kids with three different baby mamas, and I still be out here running wild, fuckin’ on these hoes, but shit, if I could find me a good ass woman, you know I would drop these hoes in a second. Siri a good ass woman, man. I would have worked through whatever issues I had with her because running around with a bitch like Lia , that shit ain’t going to do nothing but bring on some fuckin headaches,” he stated.

“I hear you, man. I love the fuck out of Siri , but Ion think it’s any coming back from our shit. You know I don’t plan on putting this ball down until my heart gives out on me on that court. Serenity is handling her business back in Miami , running her dance company. She’ll never uproot herself to come to Cali just to be my cheerleader and sit in the stands, watching me live out my dreams while she gotta put hers on pause again. Our shit is good the way it is,” I let him know, wrapping that shit up fast because Serenity was walking over.

She stood her ass right in my face, looking me in the eyes.

“What ? Talk shit because you swear you the fuckin’ coach,” I shot, and she laughed.

“I don’t have anything to say, surprisingly, which is shocking because you know I always have something to say. You played one hell of a game, Mr . Man . Don’t get cocky, though. You need to bring home a ring,” she shot.

I just couldn’t believe this woman that I used to fuck the shit out of on a daily basis now stood before me, and we weren’t reaching our hands out to touch each other, and our tongues weren’t down each other’s throats. I’d long ago accepted the divorce but was still in a state of shock that this was the way shit had gone down.

“Nah . Nah . I ain’t going to get cocky. If I bring home the ring, what I get from you?” I asked.

“A congratulations. Te , please get your son. It’s not that much conversing in the world that his ass needs to be doing with these girls,” she fussed.

“Man , let him do his thing. He ain’t hurting nobody,” I shot.

“Serenity , what’s good?” a nigga called out from the stands.

I turned around, not knowing this nigga from anywhere. Cocky ass nigga with a bunch of tattoos and shit who had dreads. When Serenity saw him, she smiled.

“Oh , wow. That’s Payne . I used to coach his daughter a while back. Let me go speak,” she said and switched off toward whoever this Payne nigga was.

I watched her as she made it close to him, and he reached out for a hug. She gave him one, but she kept that shit real friendly. I could hear Rafael right next to me laughing because he had to have known the shit that was going through my mind. Eventually , I just shook that shit off and headed to the locker room. I needed to pack my shit up, so I could meet my family back out front and head on home. Today was a long ass day, and I was dog ass tired.

I eventually made it outside the arena, where my family was waiting for me. Dakari was hugging his mama from behind with his phone in front of her as he showed her something. That boy loved his damn mama, just like me when I was a kid. He could stay in the middle of some shit, getting in fights every so often and driving Serenity crazy with these damn girls, but he respected the fuck out of her, which was good on his end because his ass would have to feel me if he didn’t.

I walked over, and when he saw me coming, he stopped showing his mom whatever he was looking at and removed himself from behind her. My son walked over and slapped it up with me, then I pulled him to me for a hug. This was my creation, someone I loved so much that I couldn’t even bring myself to use the proper words.

“I don’t think I ever saw you play like that. Let me find out you trying to get my mama back,” his young ass said, trying to be funny.

I’ll admit, knowing Serenity was sitting courtside, I made sure to handle my business out on the court. She wasn’t always able to make my games, so when she did, I wanted to leave her ass speechless. You see she didn’t even have any critiques for me this evening, which was crazy because she always had something to say.

“Chill out. Who was them girls that you was talking to?” I asked.

“Ion know. They said they follow me on Instagram , and they wanted to take a picture with me. I got the dark-skinned one’s number. She sixteen,” he boasted, and I shook my head.

“Fuck your young ass going to do with a sixteen-year-old?” I asked, and he laughed.

My son was handsome as fuck. It was honestly like looking at a younger version of myself who just had a lot of hair. He stood tall, and by the time he was a senior in high school, he would probably be my height. At only thirteen years old, he was already six feet, so to be honest, he may surpass me and make it to seven feet. My son dressed his ass off too. Not only was he into basketball, but he was into fashion as well, and he didn’t play that shit when it came to his appearance. Couldn’t even say he was a pretty boy because he had a lot of my ways and was rough as fuck around the edges.

Tonight , he wore one of my throwback jerseys with yellow, purple, and white in it. He wore light denim jeans that he sagged in just a bit, and there were two rips right at his knees. A nice pair of purple and white dunks were on his feet, and from the chains around his neck, he looked like he could have been Rafael’s son. My son had a lot of wavy, jet-black hair, and tonight, it was in two French braids going down to the middle of his back. Handsome ass, man.

These girls were as much into him as he was into them. Sometimes , I would read through his social media comments and just shake my head at half the shit I saw. I didn’t want my son to be a dog, though. I was out there doing my thing now, but shit, that wasn’t by choice. The woman I loved ain’t really wanna be with me, and I had to get my rocks off some way. I ain’t saying I wanted my thirteen-year-old son to settle down and find true love because he was too young for that shit, but I also ain’t want him fuckin’ on every woman he came in contact with. There were all kinds of diseases and shit out there, and because of who he was and who he would be in the future, I didn’t need no fast ass little girl trying to pin a fuckin’ baby on my son.

“A lot of things. I’m not even about to entertain this conversation out here with you, Pops . Ma is going to knock me upside my head. Let me go talk to my grandma,” his slick ass said and walked over to where my mama was standing with Rafael .

My pops was busy trying to be a good guy and take some pictures with a few fans who were standing outside the arena, even though his security was trying to shut that shit down.

“Kari said you had a doctor’s appointment the other day. How that went?” I asked.

“Good . It was the usual. They just ran tests,” she responded, but her eyes were not on me. Instead , they were focused on what was behind me, which was just a little commotion with fans recording us.

With the nosy ass world we lived in, I already knew they were going to send whatever they recorded of Siri and me to some blogs, and motha fuckas would swear we were back together. Whenever I was out with her, that’s the story they ran with. The whole time, this was my best fuckin’ friend, and we shared a child, so we were going to be around each other. Motha fuckas were so used to divorced couples hating each other and shit that when they saw a healthy co-parenting situation, they didn’t know how to process that shit.

“And what were the results of the tests?” I asked.

“Te , I’m fine! Why you bringing up my doctor’s appointment after your big win? Don’t ruin my mood with that!” she snapped.

“Why you look like you lost weight then?” I asked.

I could see it in her eyes that she didn’t like what I asked her. She tried to walk away, but I grabbed her, pulling her my way and holding her by her wrist.

“Dionte —”

“Chill the fuck out before you make a scene. Motha fuckas got cameras and shit out, and I don’t need nobody thinking this shit is more than what it really is. What the fuck you got going on, Serenity ?” I asked.

Her eyes got a little watery, but a tear never fell. She gave it a few seconds before her eyes stopped wandering and landed on me.

“Nothing . Move !” she snapped, pushing the hell out of me.

I had no choice but to let her go, and that’s only because I wasn’t trying to cause a scene. I watched as she walked over to my mama. For a bit, I just stood there, frozen in my spot. I knew that woman better than any fuckin body. I knew when something about Serenity was off, and she was off. She was the kind of person, though, who you couldn’t push because she would snap, become stubborn as fuck, and wouldn’t want to talk about shit. Pretty similar to what the fuck her ass just did a few moments ago.

If her health was declining, I needed to know that shit. I wanted to be involved in all parts and know what the fuck was going on with her.