For seven months, shit pretty much stayed the same. Routinely anyway. We were caking like a motherfucker. Every night we’d meet up with Hood in the projects. Hood was a real player. In his own mind, anyway. He had three or four thots on his team. Each one of their cribs, he called his own whenever he was there. Shell’s sister Latonya, the one who had introduced me to Hood in the first place, was one of his so called “main chics.” But she didn’t have no crib. Hood could now afford to put her up in hotel rooms three or four times a week, even if he wasn’t there. Of course, when he wasn’t there, you could bet your life savings that somebody else was up in these rooms he’d paid for, beating the wheels off her dick hungry pussy. Latonya was an official, superfreak! Yeah, I fucked her; for those of yall that are wondering. But only twice. To tell you the truth, I didn’t really want to, but she’d been begging me to fuck her for years, before she finally came at me where she knew I was weak. She offered to pay for the dick. Hood loved to walk around with knots of money in his pockets to flash. When you sell work on the block, you most times collect money faster than you can count it, so you simply keep making sales and keep cramming money into your pockets, hoping for the largest amount imaginable when you finally count up. Tonya clipped money from Hood’s pockets all the time. On this night, she was willing to give me some of it, if I would in her own words, “Let her see, what my cum tastes like.” Her offer was $200. You know that shit boosted my ego like a motherfucker, but I still had to make her earn this dick, so I told her my price was $500. “Hold on.” She said as I listened to what sounded like paper shuffling in the background. A few seconds later she came back to the phone. Her words were simple and to the point. “Come get it.” That was the first time. The second time, I’d stopped by their mom’s crib looking for Shell and nobody was home but Tonya. I told her I’d find him and turned to walk back out the door. She grabbed my arm and called my name. “Banks.” I didn’t resist. I took her in the kitchen, bent her across the kitchen table and beat up her pussy like I was Mr. Marcus. I fucked her like an inmate out on pass! Shit, to be fair, LaTonya had some good tight pussy. Either the niggas she’d been fucking was some lil dick niggas, or the things she kept screaming out about my big fat dick rung true, as I gripped her waist tighter, bent my knees and dug deeper up in her pussy! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! Our standing doggystyle, sounded off through the kitchen like thunder clapping! Of course, I never told Shell about our shall I saaaaay; occurences. Even though she whined and begged constantly, banging pussy, superhead and all, I wouldn’t fuck her no more. My refusal only seemed to intensify her thirst for some more of this pipe. But I felt a lil bad about fuckin my right-hand man’s sister. There was plenty more pussy I could beat up out there. In Durham, you have a ten to one ratio of women over men. Even the lamest niggas stay knee deep in pussy. Ten to one! Go figure. They may not be what some cats would call, “top of the line” chic’s that they’re fucking and getting sucked off by, but fuck what you heard, pussy is pussy. It’s all what you make it. But anyway, back to what I was saying. Seven months later, shit was going gravy. After the initial fifteen thousand I’d given mom dukes, she wouldn’t accept another dime. She flat out refused, even though I tried and tried. Told me to save it so I’d have something to fall back on. Every day she got up and went to work like always. She did break down and let me put the down payment on a house for her. A three bedroom with a huge backyard she could start the garden she’d always wanted in. She allowed me to give her the down payment of $9,500 but wouldn’t let me make no house payments. Shit, I didn’t even know what they were. She worked out all the details of that with the bank herself. I was still happy as a motherfucker. Due to the circumstances, I didn’t know if she was proud of me or not. I hoped that she was. All I could do now was keep doubling.