Their lips instantly became best friends who hated to be apart, seconds grew into minutes as the two continued to passionately assault each other. Their lips finally parted and they just stood there staring at each other, at the same time they both smiled like they were taking a school picture and started to laugh.
“Uuummm yeah I’ll jus’ ahhh…see you later.” Tyce stammered.
“Yeah, I’ll be here…soooo yeah…ok.” Angelique uttered still holding the back of his neck.
Tyce walked toward the house and looked back like he was leaving his new car in the parking lot. Angelique looked at him like a picture in an art gallery…taking in every square inch.
Thinkin’ Of A Master Plan
Things were about to change for me. They were changing because I wanted them to. I was about to jump into some heavy shit, not that I wasn't in deep shit before but this was a little different. I robbed and merked niggas that wouldn't call the holice for nothing. Now with taking a bank the law was definitely involved. Sitting in the barber’s chair my mind was working overtime. On top of that, it wasn't just me and O this time, I had a whole crew depending on me. My plan was tight as frog’s pussy, and that shit was waterproof, I was just praying my crew could handle it. As Malik expertly lined up my edges my thoughts took a right turn in Angelique's direction. I smiled to myself as Malik nudged my head down so he could get the back of my neck. I replayed the pool episode in my mind like an old favorite movie. Now I'd seen more naked women than a gynecologist and turned down pussy like a white banker looking at a black person's loan application. But for some reason I had virgin pupils when I looked at Angelique's wet body. Trying to play it cool was not an option at that moment; I just let it do what it do. I was beginning to get real comfortable around her. The shit that tripped me out was the fact that she'd been there for a while now and I wasn't the least bit tired of her. In fact it was the opposite...I actually looked forward to seeing her every day. We didn't have to be in the same room and shit, ‘cuz a nigga still needs space but just knowing she was in the house gave me comfort. I never felt that shit before and to be honest it kinda fucked me up…but in a good way.
Malik tapped me on the shoulder and unsnapped the collar from my neck. I stood up and gave him a pound thanking him for his services. I didn't need the mirror ‘cuz Malik always did me right. The shop was quiet that day, just a few niggas I aint never seen before. But one grimy dude in the corner was looking like he had something to say,
"Yo Malik, you charged me 15 dollars last week for my edge up! And I know this nigga aint have an appointment ‘cuz you told me you wasn't even gonna be here today. Why this nigga jus’ give you a pound and you all courteous and shit!" He challenged.
I started to say somethin’ but Malik cut in front in my words,
"When you start paying me three hundred
every month whether you’re in my chair once or five times, you won't hafta ask those dumb ass questions!" My barber yelled back.
I adjusted my shirt and put on my sunglasses, I chuckled at Malik and walked toward the door but I just couldn't resist,
"I woulda charged yo ass a thousand dollars to cut that nappy ass lawn. You need to fertilize that shit." I advised playfully.
The whole shop erupted in laughter as I stepped through the door. Niggas are funny I thought to myself. I hopped in my rental car and sped off from the curb, rental cars helped me blend in when I went into the city, especially when I knew niggas were looking for me. I was heading toward the heart of the city to see if I could spot Lil’ Flash doing his thing. I wanted to thank him personally for looking out for me. I rounded the corner of Slauson and Cimarron and saw Flash walking across the street; I beeped the horn to get his attention. Flash
“Uuummm yeah I’ll jus’ ahhh…see you later.” Tyce stammered.
“Yeah, I’ll be here…soooo yeah…ok.” Angelique uttered still holding the back of his neck.
Tyce walked toward the house and looked back like he was leaving his new car in the parking lot. Angelique looked at him like a picture in an art gallery…taking in every square inch.
Thinkin’ Of A Master Plan
Things were about to change for me. They were changing because I wanted them to. I was about to jump into some heavy shit, not that I wasn't in deep shit before but this was a little different. I robbed and merked niggas that wouldn't call the holice for nothing. Now with taking a bank the law was definitely involved. Sitting in the barber’s chair my mind was working overtime. On top of that, it wasn't just me and O this time, I had a whole crew depending on me. My plan was tight as frog’s pussy, and that shit was waterproof, I was just praying my crew could handle it. As Malik expertly lined up my edges my thoughts took a right turn in Angelique's direction. I smiled to myself as Malik nudged my head down so he could get the back of my neck. I replayed the pool episode in my mind like an old favorite movie. Now I'd seen more naked women than a gynecologist and turned down pussy like a white banker looking at a black person's loan application. But for some reason I had virgin pupils when I looked at Angelique's wet body. Trying to play it cool was not an option at that moment; I just let it do what it do. I was beginning to get real comfortable around her. The shit that tripped me out was the fact that she'd been there for a while now and I wasn't the least bit tired of her. In fact it was the opposite...I actually looked forward to seeing her every day. We didn't have to be in the same room and shit, ‘cuz a nigga still needs space but just knowing she was in the house gave me comfort. I never felt that shit before and to be honest it kinda fucked me up…but in a good way.
Malik tapped me on the shoulder and unsnapped the collar from my neck. I stood up and gave him a pound thanking him for his services. I didn't need the mirror ‘cuz Malik always did me right. The shop was quiet that day, just a few niggas I aint never seen before. But one grimy dude in the corner was looking like he had something to say,
"Yo Malik, you charged me 15 dollars last week for my edge up! And I know this nigga aint have an appointment ‘cuz you told me you wasn't even gonna be here today. Why this nigga jus’ give you a pound and you all courteous and shit!" He challenged.
I started to say somethin’ but Malik cut in front in my words,
"When you start paying me three hundred
every month whether you’re in my chair once or five times, you won't hafta ask those dumb ass questions!" My barber yelled back.
I adjusted my shirt and put on my sunglasses, I chuckled at Malik and walked toward the door but I just couldn't resist,
"I woulda charged yo ass a thousand dollars to cut that nappy ass lawn. You need to fertilize that shit." I advised playfully.
The whole shop erupted in laughter as I stepped through the door. Niggas are funny I thought to myself. I hopped in my rental car and sped off from the curb, rental cars helped me blend in when I went into the city, especially when I knew niggas were looking for me. I was heading toward the heart of the city to see if I could spot Lil’ Flash doing his thing. I wanted to thank him personally for looking out for me. I rounded the corner of Slauson and Cimarron and saw Flash walking across the street; I beeped the horn to get his attention. Flash
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