Dear Summer by K. Elliott

Author:K. Elliott [Elliott, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Urban
ISBN: 9780971769786
Google: uhOjAqfTbq8C
Amazon: 0971769788
Publisher: kevin douglas
Published: 2008-05-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

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onya was making another daiquiri—her third. After pouring it into the wine glass, she was walking back into Summer’s living room when Summer said, “I fucked Q.” Tonya almost spilled her drink. “You did what?”

“Q. You remember Q, the guy I met at the martini bar.” Tonya sat on the sofa smiling and sipped her drink. “I didn’t

know y’all were kicking it.” They really weren’t kicking it technically. They had gone out a couple of times. She had called him and he had call her and written her a letter, but they weren’t kicking it. Summer didn’t know how to define their relationship.

“We’re not.” “What happened?” Tonya asked, wanting to know all the details.

Summer blushed but didn’t say anything.

“Was he big?”

Summer didn’t know how to answer that one. Didn’t really want to answer that one. She knew from past experiences that if a man could fuck good, some women would make it their business to fuck your man.

“Come on Summer, what happened?” Tonya asked, leaning forward.

“He took me out.”

Smiling, then swallowing another sip from her glass, Tonya asked, “Where did y’all go?”

“Fuel Pizza.”

“Wait a minute. A nigga buys you pizza and you give him the goods?”

Summer frowned. Everything was always about money with Tonya; always about what you could get out of a man.

Tonya laughed. “Girl, please tell me you didn’t give that ass up for a meat lover’s pizza.”

“No, we fucked because I wanted to fuck.”

“But what can Q offer?”

“I don’t know what he can offer, or what he will offer, but I like him.”

“What about Tommy?”

“Tommy has a live-in.”

“But you like him.”

Summer didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to think about Tommy. Though Tommy had a live-in, Summer loved him and would never want to hurt him.

“So you say Q has a big dick?”

“I didn’t say that,” Summer said.

“His dick is small?”

“No.”

“Can he fuck?”

Summer blushed again, but not wanting to say how Q wore her pussy out, she said, “He’s good.”

“You like him don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Tonya put her glass down. “But what about Tommy?”

***** Mark Pratt walked into Special Agent-in-Charge Doug Sanders’ office carrying Tommy Dupree’s folder.

Sanders was in his swivel chair on the phone. When he was done with his conversation he motioned for Pratt to take a seat. “What’s on your mind?”

“Tommy Dupree.”

Sanders frowned. Dupree’s name did not ring a bell.

“I took him down a few years ago for Ecstasy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He got five years.”

“Cooperated?”

“No, not really. Just gave information about an agent that slept with him.”

“Oh yeah. I remember this one.”

“Yeah, I think he’s doing dirt again.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“What you think he’s doing?” Sanders’ eyes were curious. He spun in the swivel chair with a blue ballpoint pen in his mouth.

“I don’t know.”

“What makes you think he’s doing dirt?”

“The state busted a guy with nine ounces.”

“He ratted on Dupree, huh?”

“No. He thinks Dupree ratted on him.”

“This is better than ‘The Wire’,” Sanders said.

“Yeah. I know.”

“But you were saying that he thinks Dupree ratted on him?”

“Yeah.”

“Why does he think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“So what’s up with Dupree nowadays?”

“Counseling kids…trying to act like he’s straight, but I know better.

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