I Can Touch the Bottom by Ms. Michel Moore

Stackz sat back, hoping what Gee claimed was indeed credible.
    Gee hit the blunt twice more before tossing the tail out the window and continued his rundown of the sisters. “Now, Ava, like I said, got her head on hustling. She going to school to be a pharmacist or some shit like that. She works at some doctor’s office part-time over around the way. Girl be getting the doctor’s scripts and flipping the shit outta them bad boys. Ava can get it all; anything. . . OxyContin, Vicodins, Norco, and Xanax. You name it, bro. Oh yeah, and she owns the two-family flat they living in. She bought it all on her own at an auction.”
    â€œWell, that explains why her crib looks like heaven, and her sister’s crib look like hell. But, damn, nigga, if you all like Ava for president and shit, why you hitting Leela’s nothing ass off instead of baby sis?” Stackz was just trying to keep it real with his little brother, wanting to know the true reason. “Is she gay or something? I mean, why? Put me up on game!”
    Gee couldn’t do anything but shake his head. He often thought about how he got caught up with hitting Leela off too, instead of Ava, but the reality was simple. Leela had been giving out free pussy and head passes to guys in the hood since she was eleven, maybe twelve. Ava, on the other hand, was a schoolgirl focused on nothing but her studies. And after her older sister had blessed a guy, so to speak, Ava didn’t want any part of their tainted selves. Gee included.
    â€œNaw, dude, she ain’t gay, not at all. She just one of them females that don’t entertain that bullshit. She a good girl, always have been, ya feel me? And besides, you know I likes them freaks!”
    Stackz had seen the type of females his brother would bring around and knew what he was saying was true. Much like T. L., they always went for the crazy-as-hell, window-busting, shit-talking, razor-blade-in-their-weave, let-me-have-some-money-for-this-pussy-type of women. That was their thang. “Yeah, well, what’s up on them pills? She got you plugged or what?”
    Gee sped up, nearing their exit off the freeway, “Naw, bro, here’s the thing. Ava been said she’d hook me up, but when I fall through and try holler at her, Leela always manages to find a way to put my dick in her damn mouth. I ain’t bullshitting, dawg, and by the time she done sucking me dry, a guy too tired to discuss business.”
    â€œWhat the fuck!” Stackz laughed at what Gee was telling him. “Are you serious, fool? Too tired to talk about making money? Nigga, miss me with all that. You betta boss up. Let me find out you out here shittin’ on the family name!”
    â€œNigga, I’m telling you, Leela skull game dangerous; she got skills; crazy swallow-a-nigga-whole skills.” Gee turned looking over at Stackz. “And yeah, I peeped the way you was rocking with Ava. You just betta hope that shit ain’t in they bloodline, ’cause the same shit might happen to ya ass too!”
    Stackz immediately gave Gee the imagine that bullshit expression. “Dawg, I ain’t cut like that. Ain’t no pussy or head better than getting this money, you best recognize. And as for Ava, if she act right, I might just touch the bottom.”
    â€œOkay, now, fam, I’m telling you, it’s some serious skulldullery going on over at that crib.” Gee mocked his brother one last time as they pulled up at their destination. “Okay, Stackz, you’ve been warned.”
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    It had been nothing short of sheer pandemonium for the three best friends since deciding to try Stackz. If they would have just kept minding their own business, ate their food, and left like everyone else, things may have been different. If Rank and Mickey could turn back the hands of time, one of them could have been man enough to stand up to Devin and convince him that all money wasn’t good money. That