Retribution by Cairo Page B

figured out who he was, boom-boom, goddammit! I knew I hit the jackpot. We tossed back a few drinks, then I had the bitch-ass coon pull out his dingdong…”
    Ugh! I roll my eyes, shaking my head.
    Mona shifts in her seat, frowning.
    â€œNow, wait one minute. I know you bitches ain’t tryna do me, goddammit. Shit, you know it ain’t no shame in my game. I love me some dingdong. And the nigga was talkin’ like it was all this ‘n’ that, so I tol’ him to show ‘n’ prove. Ole stumpy-thick dick nigga-bitch. But I started fishin’ him ‘n’ he gave it to me good. Yes, gawd…”
    â€œCassandra!” I snap. “Will you just move this along, please . Just tell me who the hell nigga is.”
    She shoots me a dirty look. “Unh-uh, Miss Pasha, girl. Don’t. Do. It. ’Cause you know I ain’t one of them messy bitches. But you tryna take me there. So how ’bout you tell us if you’se a cum whore or not, like Miss FeFe and this nigga said you was since you ain’t never really say if the shit was true or not. And then I’ma tell you who the nigga is. But know this, sugah-boo, when I tol’ the nigga that you was a real dirty bitch for that shit and that you shoulda had yo’ ass whooped for that…”
    I blink.
    â€œYou wanna know what that coon-nigga said? He said, and I quote, ‘Real shit, she did. She got fucked up real good.’ ”
    Everything inside of me cracks. I feel myself becoming fuckingundone. “Booty, who the fuck is he? I’m not in the mood for all your long drawn-out theatrics.”
    Of course she’s not fazed by what I’ve said. The bitch ignores me, sliding a fingernail through her front tooth, then flicking something to the floor from beneath her nail.
    I let out a frustrated sigh, “Welllll.”
    She reaches for her bag on the desk and pulls out a pack of gum. I swear I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take with her and her dramatics. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on before the tears come bursting from my own eyes.
    â€œBooty, stop dragging this shit out. Tell me who this nigga is.”
    I eye her as she rolls the stick of gum in her mouth. “Sugah-boo, his name is AJ. And the nigga’s on ya dirty-ass husband’s payroll.” She chomps on her gum. “Now was you suckin’ dingaling or not?”

Thirteen
    Secrets can chain a bitch’s soul to her own misery…
    â€œY es,” I say, my voice dropping to a guilty whisper, admitting my dick-sucking sins to her and Mona. This is the first time I’ve confessed to anyone.
    Mona gives me a surprised look. “Oh, God, no. Why, girl?”
    Cassandra sucks her teeth, then dramatically rolls her eyes. “Obviously, she loves suckin’ dick. Oooh, I ain’t wanna believe the shit was true, Miss Pasha, girl. But I knew you wasn’t no Miss Goodie-Two Shoes. Yesssss, goddammit! You ole sneaky whore.” She glances at her timepiece, plopping down on the sofa next to Mona. “Ooooh, I need me a drank ‘n’ a blunt on this one.”
    I can feel tension coiling through my body. I run my hands through my hair, then along my neck as I try to explain it to Mona in a way that doesn’t sound too crazy. “I got caught out there. I loved Jasper. And I jailed with him the best I could. It was hard. And unless you’ve done a bid with a nigga, you won’t really be able to understand. It got lonely. My hormones got the best of me. I just needed, wanted, something to take the edge off until he got home.
    â€œI knew what I was doing was wrong. I rationalized it in my head. Deluded myself into thinking that sucking dick wasn’t reallycheating as long as I didn’t let any of those niggas fuck me. I justified it by reminding myself of all the times Jasper had crept out on me and had his dick stuffed down in some bitch’s