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FEBRUARY 4, 2020

CHASE BANK – MACARTHUR – 3:48 p.m.

“That went easy.”

“You’re done already?”

“Yup. I have a checking and a savings account… I used the hotel address.”

“You didn’t do online banking? I wanted you to do…”

“Yeah, everything is online. They still needed an address for their records and to send my card.”

“Your debit card?”

“Yeah, I’ll receive it in a few days.”

“So, how do you feel?”

“I feel good! I’ve never had my own bank account before.” We exited, walking towards the car. “You were right. I’m now a citizen. Like… I’m going places, you know?”

“You are going places.”

“What do you want to do now?”

“Let’s just ride… Burn some gas.”

“I know where I want to go…”

“Where?”

“Let’s cruise the stroll.”

“Harry Hines?”

Sway blushed. “Yeah.”

“You’re just looking for trouble, aren’t you?”

“Maybe… Might get lucky.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know… We’ll see.”

We’d turned onto Harry Hines from Royal Lane. Sway looked across towards the Delux Inn. She stared. “That’s all over, Sway.”

“I know.” She paused, counting with her fingers. “How long has it been?”

“When I met you?”

“Yes.”

“I think it was… It had to be on the… The twenty-fifth? I know it was a Saturday. What was the last Saturday in January?”

Sway pulled her iPhone, checking the calendar. “It was…” Sway counted again. “It’s only been ten days, Andre.”

“Since we met?”

“It seems like forever.”

“Sway…”

“What, baby?”

“This is going to be embarrassing for me…  I don’t remember us saying or even talking about it, but… When is your birthday?”

Sway broke into laughter. “I know, right? What the fuck? It’s November first.”

“I’m October thirty-first.”

“You’re a Halloween baby!”

“So… You only missed it by a day.”

“What year were you born?”

“Ninety-six.”

“I’m two thousand two.”

“Yo ass is barely legal.”

“Yup… You almost fucked a minor.”

“I’m six years older than you are? Damn…”

“How’s this young pussy though? You like it? Is it good?”

I laughed. “Fuck yeah, it is.”

We were approaching Walnut Hill when Sway noticed the girl walking along the sidewalk. “Ooh, Andre, slow down! Stop! I know that girl! That’s Cami!”

“She’s all busted up. Look at her.”

“I used to see her all the time.” Sway powered down her window. “Cami!”

The girl looked to Sway, then to me, then to the donked Monte Carlo resting on a flattened lot across the boulevard.

“Sway, her pimp is watching her.”

Sway pointed. Cami walked towards the direction. “Baby, pull over. I want to talk to her.”

I turned at the light, stopping at the driveway entrance of the auto parts store. Sway hurried towards her as she came close. “Cami! I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Sway lifted the jet black hair from the side of her face. “Aw, baby.” Cami’s bright green iris, swirling in a sea of red, peeked through her swollen, puffy cheek and lid. “Oh, fuck, Cami…”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. Fuck it. Come with me… Come with us, and I’ll get you off the street right now.” Sway looked to me. I nodded. “That’s my new man, Cami.”

Cami stole a look, then cut her eyes to the Monte Carlo. The pimp was now standing outside his car. “He’s going to kill me if I do, Sway.”

“He’s killing you now. You only have so many beatings in you before you’re broken. You deserve better than this. He’s shit. You’re never going to go anywhere with him. He doesn’t know how to put anything together with you.”

Cami paused. “Can you protect me?”

“Look at my man. Does he look worried about anything?”

Cami peeled me again. “No.”

“Is your pimp even coming? His coward ass is still fucking standing over there like a bitch… Let me see your phone… Unlock it… Look at that. He hasn’t even texted you. What if you were in trouble right now?”

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“What?!”

“She said it was a thousand an hour. The customer was only going to do two hours, but I got him to do four. That should have been four thousand to me, right?

“When we settled up, she was hugging me, kissing me, laughing… I looked at the money and it was all balled and twisted.

“I knew she didn’t get it that way from the customer. That’s what made me know that something was fucked up.

“She tried everything she could to walk away before I could count it all out, but I blocked her. You should have seen the look on her face when it only came out to two thousand.

“I’m like, where’s the rest? The bitch said that the other two were her tip.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, her fucking tip! I don’t mind tipping. I knew I had to give up something for the hook-up, but not fifty percent, Andre!”

“She knows better than that.”

“Then she tries to fuck with my head. Bitch tried to gaslight me, saying that she didn’t just say two thousand for her tip and that she said four hundred.

“I opened my hand, again showing her two thousand.

“She goes in her bra and pulls out the rest of the money. It’s all neat and faced, Andre. She counted out sixteen crisp hundred-dollar bills and shoved them to me.”

“Aw…”

“Bitch had the nerve to be pissed. Bitch is trying to steal my money, get caught, and now she’s mad?”

“Did anyone see this?”

“Everybody saw it! Girls were watching… The manager told me that he liked the way I stood up for myself and to never let anyone beat me out of my money.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Sway jumped into my lap, kissing my neck. She groped me, squeezing me tightly. She whispered into my ear. “Can I suck your dick tonight, daddy? I want some of that sweet cum in my mouth.

“I gotta go pee first. I’ll be right back.”

Sway took off to the bathroom.

Through the open door, I could hear the strong stream splashing in the bowl. A tearing of tissue was followed by a brief moment of silence.

As the water flushed, Sway made a beeline for the bed. “I’m tired.”

She clutched her pillow and grabbed at the covers, managing to pull them as far as her hip before her arm relaxed. She snored lightly.

After a long, hot shower, I’d turned off the TV and climbed into bed.

Sway was startled slightly, raising her head. “I love you, Andre.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

I placed a kiss on her cheek. She reached behind, touching my leg. I pulled her close, wrapping my arm around her.

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HOME – 10:23 a.m.

I thought I was dreaming, but it was too real. The sensations were too strong.

I could feel a weight on me. I opened my eyes, fighting against the sunlight from the open curtains.

I focused… Sway’s beautiful eyes were looking up at me. She was face down on my pelvis. The entire length of my manhood was down her throat.

My orgasm was immediate. I jerked and shook, holding on to her shoulders as she emptied me.

“Mmm, yummy.”

Sway took off to the kitchen and began breakfast. “What do you want? Eggs? Bacon?”

I struggled. “Whatever, baby. Whatever you make is good.”

“Okay! Won’t be long!”

I took off to the bathroom. After a piss, I brushed my teeth.

After eating, we began a cash count. “That looks like a lot more than four thousand, Sway.”

“That’s from my stages and lap dances, too. I don’t know how much it is altogether… Count it. It’s yours.”

“It’s ours, Sway.”

“It’s yours right now. When you count it out, you decide what to give back to me and what you need to do with the rest.”

“I’m not a pimp…”

“If you tell me that one more time, Andre, I swear I’m going to fucking kill myself.”

“What the…?”

“No! I’m serious! This is a business, right?!”

“A…?”

“A business takes in profits. The CEO of that business, you, decides how the money is invested or spent in that business.

“You are the boss. You are the head of this house. You are the head of us, this family. All final decisions go through you.”

Sway walked away to the closet, slid into her slippers and a sweat jacket, and dashed out the door.

I walked to the window, watching and waiting.

Sway appeared. She walked a couple circles around the driveway before heading back.

I was standing when she came in. “I’m sorry, Andre.”

I opened my arms, taking her to my chest. “Nothing to be sorry about… You’re right. You’re one hundred percent right.”

“But I shouldn’t have acted like that.”

“You had to make your point…”

“I know, but…”

“Sway, I was never raised with any kind of structure. I never had parents. I’m still learning this shit, you know? I’ve never had an example. I’m just out here…”

“I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right, Andre… But together we can put all the pieces in place.”

“Yes, together we can.”

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CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 8:18 p.m.

The meet-up was for 8:30 pm. When I arrived, Dan was already waiting.

I walked to his driver’s side. “It’s going to be dry for a while, Dan. My connect is lying low for a couple months.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, brother. What are you going to do?”

“I’ll be okay until it comes around again.”

“Where does that leave us? What do you have left?”

“This is it. This is the last piece I have.” Dan paused, staring. “Dan? Are you okay?”

“Ah! Yeah… I’m sorry. I lost my train of thought for a second.”

“Did you hear me? This is all that’s left.”

“Yeah, copy that.” He handed me five twenties.

“I’m sorry about your party.”

“Party? What party?”

“The party you told me about. You invited me… You wanted me to bring some coke…”

“Oh, we had that.”

“I thought it was upcoming.”

“How’s Sway? Is she still around?”

“Yeah.”

“Man, she’s a beauty. How’d you get so lucky?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s my time in the sun.”

“Are you serious about her? Is it something real? You’re probably just fucking her for now, right? She doesn’t mean anything to you, does she?”

“Actually, she does.”

“She’s like your girlfriend?”

“I think so, Dan.”

“I do have a party coming up in a couple weeks. They’re going to be some very influential people there, brother.”

“I won’t have anything by then, Dan. I’ll still be out…”

“Just bring Sway and you’ll be okay.”

Dan abruptly placed the Ferrari in gear and pulled away. I stood watching as he slowly disappeared down the highway.

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HOME

Other than the couple of forties held back for Demi, I was basically out of the cocaine business.

My scale was old and worn, and I was already low on baggies. I decided that I was going to get rid of all of it. I figured that if I didn’t have product, there was no need for paraphernalia.

I placed my entire kit into a doubled grocery sack, tying it tightly into as small a ball as I could.

Instead of the hotel trash room down the hall, I took it, along with my garbage, to the dumpster at the end of the driveway.

It was half full, which gave me good cover. I tossed the sack to the far corner and placed my garbage in the middle.

My paranoia made me do one last swivel, checking to see if I’d been seen.

I knew I’d be back soon, but there was an immediate sense of relief. A weight lifted. A kind of freedom.

It was only a small taste. A nibble of my ultimate goal of walking away from it all, clean. To do it while I’m still young and to be able to enjoy it to its fullest.

I’d gone back inside, washed up, and made a turkey sandwich. I took everything to my spot on the sofa.

After a couple of bites, I picked up the remote. As I flipped through the channels, I paused on MSNBC. The host was talking about a virus from China that was killing a lot of people and had the potential to spread to other countries and cities if not contained.

Remembering the guy with Ebola a few years ago, I thought how scary it would be if something like that were to hit Dallas or even anywhere in the United States.

I began to tire.

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It was two thirty-six when I was awakened by a text alert. It was Sway. She was five minutes away.

I jumped up, hurrying to brush my teeth and freshen up as quickly as I could.

I took my empty plate, rinsed it, and placed it into the dishwasher.

The door opened. “Hey, daddy! What are you doing?!”

I helped her, holding open the door and taking the suitcase. “I just woke up. I was watching the TV and fell asleep. How’d it go?”

Sway stopped in her tracks. She turned to me. “How’d it go? How’d it go?”

I could then smell the alcohol. “How was your night?”

“Oh, it was great!” She walked over to the coffee table. She stood, opened her purse, and emptied the wads of cash and loose bills. “I did fucking great!” She tossed the purse to the floor.

I took a seat on the sofa, looking eye level. “How fucking much is this?”

“I don’t know. I just bring it to you. You tell me how I did.” I looked to her. She grinned. “I know I’m drunk.”

I laughed. “So I see Demi was right, huh?”

“Oh! Oh!” Sway posed with a hand on her hip. She tossed the other. “Let me tell you about your friend! That bitch! And I mean no disrespect. I know she’s your customer.”

“Fuck that. What did she do?”

“Let me tell you! I’m going to talk about her, okay? You don’t mind, do you?”

“Sway, tell me what happened.”

She took a seat next to me as she began to undress. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“No, what are you talking about?”

“I just want to know… Am I a fucking clown?”

“Sway…”

“Bitch tried to get half my fucking bag!”

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FEBRUARY 3, 2020

HOME – 4:10 p.m.

“Shit!”

I ran to the bathroom. “What’s wrong, Sway? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay! My first day going to work and I get my fucking period!”

“Anything I can do? I mean… There’s… Do you need me to get anything for you?”

“I have everything.”

“What can I do?”

She exited. “Nothing, I’m just nervous, I guess.” Sway moved about, rushing frantically. “Can I use your suitcase? The one with the wheels?” She removed it from under the bed.

“Sure, anything you need.”

“I didn’t even think about what I was going to bring my shit in.” She unzipped and opened the flap. “Can I put my make-up in here. I won’t mess it up.”

“Sway… Stop…”

“I can’t stop right now. We’re going to be late.”

“No, we’re not. We have plenty of time. Everything is going to be okay. Just relax.”

“You’re right…”

“We have gas in the car. We have plenty of time to get there. And guess what? You’re going to be the sexiest girl at the club, and you’re going to kill it.”

A smile broke from the corner of her mouth. “You always know the right things to say, don’t you?” Sway stood. “Okay, let’s do this!”

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BIG JOHN’S GENTLEMAN’S CLUB

PARKING LOT – 4:46 p.m.

“It’s like getting dropped off on my first day of school.”

“Don’t start crying on me.”

Sway laughed. “I’m not, silly.”

“You have your phone? It’s charged?”

She held it in her hand, showing me. “Ninety-nine percent.”

“Before I leave, I’m going to wait around a while to make sure everything is okay.”

“You’re coming in?”

“No. I’ll just wait out here… Maybe drive around a bit. Close… Text me when you’re settled in, and I’ll go on home and wait for you tonight.”

“I’ve already downloaded the Lyft app.”

“Oh, well… take my card number…” She began typing it into her memo. “And this is the PIN in case you need that too.”

“Okay.”

After a deep kiss, I watched as she walked away, towing the suitcase behind her. I was nervous, jealous. My emotions were scattered in every direction.

I knew then that I’d never be able to be who I was again. I was always going to be worried about her. She had no idea of how much I was in love with her and how far I would go to protect her. I liked the feeling.

After about five minutes, Sway texted me saying that she was okay and that Demi had come through. She also said that it was true that the manager was very laid back. I drove away.

I received a second text about thirty minutes later. Sway said that she’d opened her own Lyft account and would call for her ride, and that I was to go and have a good time. She also told me to calm down, that everything is going to be okay, and to just relax. She followed it with a wink emoji. Her sarcasm brought a smile to my face.

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LONGHORN ICEHOUSE PARKING LOT – 6:45 p.m.

Solo’s little red Benz pulled up next to me. Her eyes searched my cabin.

“Can I sit for a minute and talk?”

“Sure.” I reached over and popped open the passenger door.

“About that… I want to apologize, Andre. It was all a big misunderstanding. I was just joking with her and she got defensive. I know she was protecting you… And that’s what she’s supposed to do.”

“That’s over with, Solo. We good.”

“I just want you to know that I would never go there like that. I was trying to put you on, not tear you down. I would never try to pull your girl.”

“It’s all good.” She handed me five twenties for a sack. “This is going to be it for a while.”

“What? The coke?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you fucking serious? You’re not going to do business with me anymore because of…”

“It’s got nothing to do with any of that. It’s just hot right now. My people are taking a break.”

“How long will that be?”

“A couple months.”

“Alright, Andre. Man, I thought we were better than that.”

“Solo, I’m not lying to you. If that were true and I didn’t want to fuck with you, why would I be here? What sense would that make?”

“True… A couple months… What are you going to do for that long?”

“I’ll be alright.”

“Are you sure? You’d make a sweet pimp if you ever decided to. With that girl you got… She’s so pretty. I’d bring you five bands for a choosing fee if I thought you’d have me.”

“What about Lee?”

“He knows the game.”

“I’ll have to think on that one, Solo.”

“You think long, you think wrong.”

“You sound just like those pimps.” I received a text. It was Dan.

Solo looked to my phone. “Business?”

“Yeah, I’m down to two hundreds and he’s wanting one. When I tell him this shit, he’ll no doubt want both of them.”

“I’ll take another one. He doesn’t know yet, right?”

“Nope, not yet.”

“Here’s an extra twenty on top.”

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you. I’m going to have to keep these for me and pace myself.” Solo stared with a grin. “You know, I’ve never looked at you before I saw you with Sway. You’re such a gentleman and are all about your business; I guess I never paid attention.”

Solo stepped out, closing the door. She leaned in. “Like I said, if you ever decide to start pimping, let me know. I’ll choose you.”

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