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“I hear it’s your birthday.”
Ridley gulped down what was left of his first mochi ball. I suggested something manly. Tell your boy that you gave your best to be with him.” He wandered away towards a bus stop. “Hey, I know a trick.” His patent grin surfaced, and I knew I was doomed. George was still holding it open. “I suppose, but you are also supposed to be on my dick, working a load out of me.”
“You can’t give me this one day to myself?”
“I ‘specially can’t!” He glared. Get down here, Bitch. Jones?”
“Really?” I mocked her. At the time, I was trying to keep track of our black guest, my son, and his icky friend. “Don’t be following my mom!” She had emerged when it was obvious that the older boy was stalking me. That only added to mystery of Mr. I began drinking for its palatable flavor. Peg was taking note of everything the old, black man said and did.