I put down four days of porn style fucking before I ventured back out. Monique worked at Duke Urgent Care as a Nursing assistant. And every morning before she got ready for work, I’d make sure to break that ass off something proper. When she got home in the evening, I’d get all up in them guts again. This morning she was whining that her pussy was sore. I laughed like a motherfucker. Mission accomplished. We’d moved out past the county line to a house on Mineral Springs Rd. It wasn’t shit fancy about it, but it did give us a little more privacy. My first stop when I left the crib, was Sears Hardware Store to see about a safe. After about thirty minutes, I found one to my liking, paid cash and was told that it would be delivered later that evening. Cool. The shit that Tamia had said to me about Shell, had been eating away at me. So I decided to see if I could run him down to find out what was really good. I couldn’t sleep another night without at least asking him about it. I rode over to McDougald Terrace projects and saw Flame, Hood, and a couple more cats out there on the trap. Hood was now greasy as grandma’s pork chops, and was nothing but a run boy for any nigga trappin. As it turned out though, Hood actually hadn’t snitched on me about shooting Big Joe. When I got my Motion of Discovery, a dopefiend named Jimmy Davis’ name was listed as the key witness. So that little stunt the detectives had pulled by walking Hood past the interrogation room was just that. A stunt. Actually, they’d played me better than I thought, because in fact, at the time of the shooting, Jimmy Davis was in rehab! But fuck it. That’s water under the bridge now. Flame told me that Shell was at his lil spot across the street from North Carolina Central, Durham’s Historically Black College. I saw Keisha sitting on her porch with some other duck as I rode by, and she almost broke her fucking neck when she saw my car pass. I acted like I didn’t see her, turned up AZ’s Sugar Hill and kept it moving. I marveled at all the hot new whips that cats were pushing these days as I passed by NCCU. Ranges, Big body Benzes, Jaguars, Audis and all different kinds of Coupes, and these were just the college students! I’m talking all kinds of foreign shit! Same year shit! My old ass BMW “Wont Shit”! Rounding the corner off Fayetteville Street, I immediately caught sight of Shell’s purple Benz wagon sitting in front of a tiny house with a screen door so raggedy and stained with dust, you couldn’t even see through it to the actual house door. I pulled up behind his whip, rolled a blunt of some Kush I’d copped from this dike chic named Puddin, lit it up and hopped out. Walking up on the porch I could hear Murder Mases “Double Up” playing inside. Yeah, we still rock a lotta the old hot shit. I knocked on the door and waited, but no one inside seemed to be coming. I knocked like the police the second time, and finally the door was snatched open by some baby faced broad, ice grilling me like I’d done something wrong. “Yeah what you want?” She asked me like I was a dope sell.
“Where Shell at?”
“Why? Who is you?” I looked at this dumb ass broad like she was retarded, pushed her outta my way and walked in the crib.
“Damn! You at least coulda let me hit the blunt,” she said with attitude as she slammed the door behind me.
The house was a shotgun crib. Straight through. From the living room, straight into the kitchen, straight into a small bedroom in the back. That was it. Nothing extra. The music was coming from a cheap looking CD player with two small speakers that sat on the floor. Shell was right there on the couch. Butt ass naked, nodded the fuck out. There was another young girl on the couch with Shell. She was nodded out too. She was small framed, medium complexioned with micro braids. She couldn’t have been a day over eighteen. She was naked from the waist down. Shell still had a condom hanging off his limp dick. The sight of the shit disgusted me as I looked over at the other young girl who was sitting in a busted up, leather recliner watching television like won’t shit new.
“How old are you?” I walked over and asked her.
“Eighteen. Why what’s up? What you trying to do?”
“You go to college at Central?”
“Yeah. I’m a freshman,” she answered proudly. “You gonna smoke some of that blunt wit me?”
“What’s your name?”
“Jessica. Shell call me J-Love,” she smiled like that was supposed to mean something to me.
“Jessica, get you friend up and tell her to put her clothes on.”
“You aint gonna smoke wit me?” She asked stubbornly, folding her arms across her chest.
“Get your friend dressed and I’ll give you the blunt.”
“Okay!” She jumped, hurrying over to her friend. “Jasmine. Jasmine get up girl!”
“Huh? Oh, what’s up? You got some food? I’m hungry.”
“Me too girl. Here put your pants on.”
“Hey, what the fuck going on?” Shell grumbled, scratching his balls as he came outta his nod. “Banks what up? What you doing? How you get in here?”
“I let myself in. Get up I need to holla at you.”
“Oh. Aight.” He slowly got to his feet and staggered to the back.
“Okay she dressed. You said you was gonna give me the blunt.” Jessica looked at me skeptically. I reached in my pocket, pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to her, before also passing her the blunt.
“Yall go ahead and get something to eat. Me and Shell bout to bounce for a few.”
“That’s what’s up.” Jessica smiled with glee as she grabbed the money and the weed, while ushering her homegirl towards the door. “You gonna be here later on?” She looked back and asked me with a wink.
“I don’t know, I might be.”
“I hope so. You fine as hell.” She grinned and helped her high ass homegirl out the door.
“Damn nigga, why you run the pussy off?” Shell look confused as he walked from the back buckling his pants.
“Nigga, them young ass broads! They breath still smell like titty milk! You that desperate?”
“Nigga fuck you. I get more pussy than a tampon! They eighteen, they grown.”
“Yeah whatever. You got that young chic sniffing dope too?”
“Man, I aint no motherfuckin baby sitter! All them hoes over there at Central know this the spot. It’s their first time away from they parent’s, and they ready to get wild. They run through their little monthly allowance in a week, then they hungry as hell. That’s college girls bru. That’s life. Especially the freshmen. So, when they pop they hungry asses up over here, I feed em and fuck em. And if they wanna get high or try something new, I got that for em too. Like I said, I aint no motherfuckin baby sitter. I’m a nigga wit a hard dick and Dominos’ Pizza money.” Shell laughed at his own joke.
“Yeah, you a regular Tony Romeo aint ya nigga?” I laughed even harder at my own.
“Man fuck you. Everybody aint trying to wife these hoes like you.”
“Hoes? Yo who the fuck you talking about nigga?” The smile left my face as I waited for his response. I knew damn well this clown wasn’t trying to disrespect me, or my wife to be. Sensing my rising anger, he immediately laughed the shit off.
“It’s just a figure of speech dog. Aint no need to get all puffed up. I know you in love. You got lucky nigga. You got a good one.
“Yeah I hope so.”
“What’s up anyway bru? What you wanna talk about?” Suddenly it came back to me why I was there in the first place.
“Oh yeah, right. Come on nigga lets ride. I gotta go to Northgate and update my wardrobe.”
“Aight, hold on a second.” Shell dashed into the kitchen and came back tucking what looked like a nine millimeter into his waistband. “Can’t go nowhere without my girlfriend. Shit, I’m in love too nigga.” We both laughed like hell this time.