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His sister was putting us both in check. But it was her right to do so as our guardian for while we were out there in her care. I couldn’t blame her. She had to let us know who was the boss, I guess. And we got the point. Quickly!
    However, once Jason and I were out on our own in L.A., my cousin went right back to his plans of becoming a summer gigolo from back East, while hollering at as many California girls as he could. He was making crazy U-turns inside the Lexus they had rented for him and everything.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” I asked him from the passenger seat. I could see my life passing in front of me as cars peeled out in our direction.
    â€œI got this, girl, stop sweatin’ me.”
    â€œNo, you need to stop sweating them,” I responded, referring to all the girls he insisted on talking to. I just didn’t understand guys on that level. How many girls could you actually concentrate on at one time and keep your focus with anything? It just seemed to me that the more girls he talked to, the less he would get out of them. Unless he was just looking for whichever one would give him sex the fastest.
    â€œHey, Ma’, you need a ride somewhere?” he swung next to the curb and asked a caramel girl in long, brown braids.
    She looked inside the car and directly at me.
    Jason read her eyes and said, “Oh, don’t worry about her. She just my little cousin.”
    Before the girl could clear her mind, I said, “Oh, so now I’m your little cousin. I wasn’t that before you tried to get some,” I said loud enough to instigate a scene. I was getting fed up with Jason.
    He looked into my face to read my game plan.
    He said, “Vanessa, stop trippin’, all right.”
    â€œNo, you need to stop tripping,” I responded to him. “I mean, that’s just downright bold. You gon’ say that right in front of my face.”
    The girl read my insanity inside of the car and got to stepping. But it looked as if she was ready to talk to him before I started my scene.
    Once it was over with, Jason was pissed.
    He asked me, “Why you do that?”
    â€œDo what, Jason, protect my peace of mind? I mean, why you gotta talk to every girl you see out here? I mean, at least do it when I’m not around. You can even drop me off at the house first.”
    Jason looked into my determined face and began to smile. I guess he finally realized how foul he was being. But then he said, “That’s a good idea. I should leave you home from now on.”
    I don’t think that’s what Tracy had in mind for us out in L.A. while she finished her movie. The next thing I knew, Jason was on several solo missions daily, and he actually started to pull several girls over to the house.
    I asked him real civilly, while he had company over the house one day. I said, “Jason, do you think it’s smart to invite more than one girl over to your sister’s house? I mean, I’m not trying to cramp your style or anything, but what if you start to have girls camping out in the neighborhoodand ringing the doorbell and everything. I mean, have you thought about that at all?
    â€œI mean, I can understand you talking to enough girls to choose the right one or whatever, but please don’t invite every one of them over here,” I told him. “I mean, that just doesn’t make any sense.”
    â€œLook, I’ll handle mine, Vanessa. Okay. I’ll handle mine,” he snapped at me.
    He was really showing off. So I shut the guest room door tightly and minded my own business, while my dick-happy cousin entertained himself all over Tracy’s house. When I walked out of the room to get some water that night, I caught Jason dead in the act on Tracy’s leather sofa.
    â€œWait a minute, wait a minute,” the girl pleaded to him. I made eye contact with her as soon as I headed down the stairs toward the kitchen. This girl had her big ass out