“Don’t talk dirty to me in front of Mr. Uri New York here, it ain’t nice to tease.”
Clive coquettishly grabbed her wrists across the black counter, and she responded by torquing his arm until he was in overt pain while still flashing his smile. His clumsy smile that Laquana had learned to love. So cool because he gave it only when she was causing him pain. It was when she first noticed this that she realized she had loved him all along and got the tattoo etched atop her spine to honor him.
“Don’t worry Quany, we gonna be straight in a minute here, I got a good feeling about Hahvad this year.”
“Yeah, right, look at you, they have screenings for people like you. Motherfucker, if you was in front of a judge there’s no way you even getting parole. Hell, I’d send your skinny white ass away.
