Chapter Five
Petie had two bowls of Cap’n Crunch and some orange juice and bagels for his little men. Renee was getting them dressed and putting their books in their book bags. They wore doo-rags that matched their outfits, and today they’d each wear one of their many North Face jackets. They had one in every color, so they were crisp every day.
”Dad, what we havin’?” Darnell asked Petie. Darnell was his first born and stubborn just like he was.
”Cap’n Crunch without the berries, bagels and some orange juice,” Petie answered.
”Dad, I don’t want Cap’n Crunch this morning; gimme some Frosted Flakes and let Dante have the Cap’n Crunch.”
”Listen, little man, eat what Daddy fixed for you and tomorrow I’ll remember to fix you frosties, aiight?” Petie said, waiting for him to protest.
”Good morning, Dad. What’s good?” Dante said reaching for the milk and cereal. Dante was the slow one; he never did anything on time. He was more like Renee; he took his time with everything.
”You, little man, that’s what’s good,” Petie said smiling at him. He always let his sons know that it was about them, that they were somebody important and special. It was definitely working, because they were both conceited already. He knew they were going to be a piece of work when they hit their teens.
Petie dropped them off at school and called Alexis. He told her that he was coming through today and to go and pick up a box of umbrellas. He then call Des and told her to listen for the bell; he would be there any minute. She was with it, and she liked talking on his microphone...a one-two, a one-two.... She was a dick jockey fa sho.
Petie parked the truck and rang Des’s bell. She buzzed him right in, and her door was already open when he stepped out of the elevator.
Her place always smelled like a litter box. She had two cats, and they always wanted to rub on his legs. Petie hated those cats, and their hair was all over the place. He never looked, but he was sure there was cat hair in her refrigerator. That’s why he never wanted anything to drink. It was more like, ”Come drink me so I can get outta here.”
Des was losing weight. Petie wondered if she was smoking on the down low; her hands were looking darker than the rest of her body and she was always in the bathroom, which was the case now. Yeah, she was hitting the stem. He sold enough drugs to know the signs when he saw them.
”Come on, let’s go,” Des said coming back into the living room where Petie was sitting on the couch. ”I got something to do after you leave.”
Yeah, go cop, Petie thought. He opened up his jeans and pulled his gun through the zipper hole; he didn’t want to take off his jeans and get cat hair all over them. She kneeled down in front of him and ran her tongue along the sides of his dick. She opened her jaws and deep throated him. He thought she was going to choke. He placed his hands on the crown of her head to help her along. ”Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, ma...yeah, like that. Keep your chin up, Des...yeah, a little more...don’t stop,” Petie said coaching her along. Damn, she was good. She could suck the skin off a beef stick.
Petie didn’t bother to hold back. He busted off, and she held his cum in her mouth and ran to the bathroom to spit it out. When she came out, Petie went in, washed himself off and told her he would call her tomorrow morning. Before leaving he gave her three dime bags of crills and a ten-dollar bill.
”Nigga, what’s this? I don’t smoke,” Des said trying to play it off.
”Sho’ you right. Take it and sell it then,” Petie said before walking out and slamming the door. He was done with her. He never fucked with chicks who smoked that shit. He decided to find a new head nurse. He could easily replace her. I’m that nigga, he said to himself.
Petie called Ladelle to let him know he was on his way to pick him up. They had to go to Mitchell projects to pick up their money and throw the workers some more material. Petie threw on Tupac’s Greatest Hits CD and headed to the Polo Grounds to pick up his partner.
Renee slid on a red thong with a valentine heart in the center. She put on the matching bra and rubbed some Ocean Dream over her skin. She loved the way the Muslim Oil smelled, and so did her lover. She called him and was disappointed to hear that he had to make a run and would see her in about an hour. She put on a porno DVD and laid back and masturbated. That would hold her until she saw him. She enjoyed dropping down and getting her eagle on for him. He took his time and made her feel wanted. Petie just did the damn thing and that was it. He did it like he was punishing her or something. She didn’t even like him touching her anymore.
Even after two kids, Renee still looked good—no stretch marks or fat pockets. And she felt good about herself, too. She just didn’t have it for Petie anymore. The only thing holding them together was Darnell and Dante; if it weren’t for them she would have been gone. But that didn’t stop Renee from doing her. She saw her lover five days a week, and she was sexually satisfied. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and raisin bread with jelly, and waited for him to call.
