Rubber Band Girls: Chicago by Markita Hall

Author:Markita Hall [Hall, Markita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00P89G8ZE
Published: 2014-11-03T05:00:00+00:00

“I bet you a hundred dollars I tear the lining out that pussy tonight son.”

“Nigga stop calling me son and it’s a bet. That lady ain’t gonna give you the time of the day. Matter of fact make that two hundred and you can wash my car for a month too,” Todd blurted out laughing.

“Two hunnit it is. Yo’ ass gon’ be looking real stupid at 5’ feet washing my big body Durango homie. Enough talking, let’s punch out so I can head right on around this corner and wait for Mrs. Good Pussy to arrive.”

“Look homeboy, you only catch cougars. I’ll be hitting that before you my nigga. How bout I hit her and her friend Faheemah together? That’s when you know you got game my man.”

“Stop dreaming Todd. You couldn’t even pull Faheemah and she go both ways. I tell you what homie, I might need you to play wingman one day for real. This black book of mine done got heavy. Surely one of these broads got a sister or a cousin for you.” Hassan fell out laughing. He knew he touched a nerve. Todd wasn’t no player. All he did was chase British ass and give her all his damn money.

“Punch out fool. You're holding up the line with all your arrogance,” Todd said, looking around at his other co-workers, laughing at Hassan’s comments.

“Aight my dude, you know I was just fucking with you,” Hassan responded, dapping Todd’s hand. “I’ll get at you in the a.m. homeboy.”

“Yea, see you in the a.m. jokester,” he dapped Hassan back. They went out the sliding doors of the department store. Hassan spotted Tandalaya across the street. She was at the end of the block, about to turn the corner.

“Check that out my dude. I told you she feeling a nigga.” Hassan ran across the street, calling her, trying to get her attention. “Yo ma! Wait up,” he caught up to her, breathing heavy and smiling at her. She was standing there with her hands resting on her waistline.

“Why are you yelling at me from across the street Mr. Ali?” She asked him.

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