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Shit! He had me screaming like a motherfucker and he wouldn’t stop. I think I came at least five gotdamn times on his face. And get this…he does dope, so his dick stays hard.”
    Dawn looked at her and laughed. “Okay! Fuck it! I could use a good pussy lapping from you and him. As they went back to Monique’s house to start their night off with a little get-high, Dawn found herself not saying anything as Monique sprinkled a little crack on top of the weed. She stared at her. “What the fuck is that, Mo?”
    “Trust me, girl. Just hit this shit and you’ll find out,” replied Monique.
    Without hesitation, the girl lit the blunt that was laced with rock. As she exhaled, she felt as if her spirit left her body and then quickly flew back in. Dawn was in a daze. “Wow!” she said as she bent down on one knee like she was in a huddle.
    Monique took the blunt, inhaled, and joined the girl on the floor. They smoked and enjoyed the moment. “Girl, listen here. I think we can get a couple of Gs from this white boy.”
    “Whatever,” replied Dawn. She wanted to do nothing but chill and enjoy her high.
    Tony
    Tony could not believe what he had just done. He knew that from this point on, there was no way he could ever return home. He picked up his Phone and called his cousin.
    “Yeah, who is this?”
    “Hey, Frankie, where the fuck are you man?”
    “I’m at my house. Tony, where are you, man?”
    “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, man. I gotta talk to you.”
    Frankie was happy to hear that. “Good, I’m glad you’re on the way. I need you, man; you gotta hurry up. We got a lot of shit to do.”
    “Okay, but, listen, I gotta tell you something, man.”
    Frankie said, “Yeah, Tony, just hurry up and bring your fuckin’ ass here!”
    Tony drove two hours to his cousin’s house in Tenafly, New Jersey. When he pulled up, Frankie was outside waiting. Frank jumped into his car and handed Tony a .45.
    “What the fuck is this for?” Tony asked.
    “Just drive down to the pier. We got some business down there,” Frankie replied.
    Tony asked, “What kind of business?”
    “You’ll find out when we get there, cuz. All you have to do is make sure that when we get to where we’re going, these fucks see that gun.”
    Tony kept glancing at the gun while he drove. He looked at the bottom and noticed that there was no clip.
    “Frank, there ain’t no fuckin’ bullets in this thing! What the hell, man?”
    “Hey, it’s cool. It’s just for show. I don’t want these motherfuckers to think that I’m some fuckin’ sideshow punk. I wanna at least look official.” Then he smiled.
    But Tony’s mind was somewhere else. He wanted to tell Frankie about what had just happened with Sherry and Paulie, but he was concerned about what Frankie was getting him into. Shit , he thought to himself. I love you, Frankie, but you’re always getting me into some shit. He brushed his thoughts off with little concern. He knew Frankie; it was probably some low-level dealer he was trying to get something from.
    As they arrived at the pier, Tony saw five huge men standing in a garage doorway. The men waved Tony in. He pulled into the garage.
    “Okay, listen, Tone. Don’t say a fuckin’ word! Just pull out the gun, stand near the car, and I’ll do the rest.”
    They exited the car and Frank walked up to the men. Each man was holding an Uzi. They motioned for whoever was in the car to get out. Another man exited from the backseat of a black Lincoln Town Car.
    Frankie walked over to a 14-foot truck, unlocked the back, and rolled the gate up. There were five blue 55-gallon drums inside the back of the truck.
    He climbed up the back and opened up one of the containers. He jumped down and stood next to it. The little man from the car climbed up, took a scoop out of the drum, and walked over to a little table. He sat down, pulled out a brief case, and then he said something in Ukrainian to the man in the backseat. The man nodded his