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before. Considering he was high and tripping she could have.
    Hoes know dudes are always horny as hell when they're high. But mommy hadn't tried anything. He knew she wanted him.
    So why didn't she try and fuck him, he thought.

Understanding
    June 24th, 2002 and Black's words were still lingering in Meesa's head. Now the stuff about her and her friends being paper chasers was true. But not true for Meesa anymore. She had stopped using men for money a few years back. Dudes still offered to buy her things, and sometimes she would oblige, but not all the time. A lot of dudes around the way got mad when they saw that Meesa really wasn't interested in them personally. So they started spreading rumors that she gave it up for money.
    The real deal was they were suckers and were mad that they got played. Meesa had never been loose, but some of her friends had and still were. So, that put a brand on her as well. She hated what people said about her so much, that that was the reason she stopped using guys for their dough. It made Meesa laugh, because the same niggas talking shit about her were the same cats all up in her face. Meesa was nineteen and making it on her own. Okay, Meesa was not really making it on her own. Meesa's mother passed away when Meesa was seventeen, and she left all of her belongings to her one and only child.
    Miss Anne is what people called her. She died of breast cancer, she suffered for over three years. And one day while lying in bed next to her daughter, Miss Anne sincerely told Meesa, “Baby girl, you have to depend on you and only you.”
    Those words were forever imbedded in Meesa's mind. So, she sold her mom's house and collected that, and the insurance money her mother left her.
    One of Miss Anne's closest friends cosigned for an apartment. She found herself a moderately sized, but affordable, apartment in a nice area. She set it up with all of her mother's furniture that could fit in her quaint apartment, paying the first and last months rent and the security deposit. Meesa found a storage space for the rest of her mother's things. Promising herself, once she got her degree and bought herself a house, she would put all her mother's belongings in it.
    After all that, Meesa had $74,780 left in her savings account. She only touched her savings for groceries, rent, and utilities. From the beginning, it had always been her and her mother. Before being diagnosed with cancer, Miss Anne worked as a teller at a bank. As a teller, she made a pretty decent amount of money. She bought any and everything Meesa wanted, within reason. But when Meesa started to blossom during her teenage years, she lost control. Noticing how men took to her body and the way her hips swayed when she walked, Meesa used her powers to drain men of their money. Miss Anne tried to tell her daughter that the life she was leading was wrong, but Meesa figured, if I have it why not use it.
    She didn't fully understanding Miss Anne's words until she succumbed to breast cancer. Knowing it would just be her now, Meesa decided to make a change.
    Every time a man she knew she could trick approached her, she remembered her mother's words. Meesa never knew her father, so that left a huge scar on her heart. Sometimes she wondered how he looked and what it would've been like to know him. But anger quickly replaced those thoughts.
    In a psychology seminar, she learned that a lot of women use men as a replacement for the fathers they never had, quickly she figured out the connection for her using men for money. Meesa saw that she was, in a weird way, using men to pay her father back for not being there for her.
    Tired of strolling down memory lane, Meesa decided to call Destiny. The phone rang and on the fourth ring she got a “Hello.”
    “What's been up with you girl, I haven't talked to you in a couple of days?”
    “Living it up, that's what I've been doing. Daryl has been spoiling me with so much stuff girl, I don't know how to act.”
    “I see