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liquor from a Pepsi bottle. Through the rearview mirror, Matt stole a glance at Cochise. Still wearing headphones, the man appeared to be glaring at the back of Onika’s head as she fiddled with her new phone, trying out different ring tones.
    Matt felt uneasy. To be honest, he couldn’t afford to lose Cochise. Not just yet. His business was new and without Cochise’s tireless labor, he’d never finish cleaning the three contracted buildings on time. He didn’t want to lose any of his contracts; he wanted to gain more business. So, he supposed he’d better figure out a way to make Cochise happy. Yeah, he was going to have to stop showing favoritism and put Onika to work. She wasn’t going to like it, but he’d make up for it.
    After work, the crew got door-to-door service. The men lived at a group home on Seventh and Lloyd Streets in Chester and Onika lived at the women’s home on Ninth and Lloyd. Matt dropped the men off first.
    Alone at last with Onika, Matt took a detour and drove farther down Ninth Street and parked on a desolate spot behind Chester High School.
    “I’m gonna get in trouble if I stay out here too late,” Onika said. With a troubled look, she looked around the dark street.
    “I can vouch for you, baby,” Matt assured her. “I can say we had car trouble or something.”
    “Yeah, but will those nosey men back up your story?”
    Matt ignored the question and started lifting her dress.
    “Stop it, Matt. That shit ain’t cool—not out here in the open.”
    “Just one taste, baby. That’s all I want. Can Daddy get one taste before I make that lonely drive back to Philly?”
    Onika smiled and shook her head. She pulled her dress up to her waist.
    “Climb in the back and lie down.”
    Onika climbed to the backseat; Matt quickly joined her. She lay on her back with her knees up and pulled up her dress. Matt parted her knees and crouched between them, sniffing the crotch of the panties that she was now wearing. “I can smell your pussy, baby,” he said, his voice muffled.
    Onika cupped his face and held it firmly to her crotch. “What does it smell like?” she asked in a sultry whisper.
    Matt took a deep sniff. “It smells nice and musky, baby—like pussy juice that’s been marinating for hours.” Matt surprised himself with his dirty talk. He never used such graphic language with his wife, but Onika brought out the freak in him.
    “Taste it,” Onika offered, pulling her panties to the side.
    Stretching his tongue until it ached, Matt tried to stick it as deeply as possible. He slurped greedily. Onika quickly pushed his head away. “One taste, Mr. Wheeler, remember? I have to get home before I get in trouble.”
    “Stop calling me that,” Matt said angrily as he reluctantly pulled his hungry lips away from Onika’s tasty love hole.
    “I’m sorry, but it’s hard to remember what to call you. On the job, I’m supposed to call you Mr. Wheeler and when we’re alone you want me to call you, Matt. It’s confusing having to keep going back and forth like that.”
    “I’m sorry, Onika. It’s not you, baby. It’s our situation. You’re a grown woman and yet you have a curfew like you’re somebody’s child. This group home situation is not going to work.” Matt looked off in thought.
    Onika checked out the time on her new cell phone. “Mr. Wheeler, I really have to go. If I break curfew and get kicked out, then what?” she asked, her eyes fixed on his.
    Matt shook his head. “You don’t get high anymore, do you?”
    Onika grimaced. “No!”
    “When’s the last time you got high?”
    She gave a throaty groan. “I told you—six months ago.”
    “Can you stay clean on your own? Do you really need that program?”
    Onika shrugged. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to stay clean on my own.”
    “Well, what exactly are those people doing for you besides putting a roof over your head? And a dilapidated roof at that!”
    “They make sure I get medical care, they got