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had a wifey waiting at home.
    â€œIt’s always business. Seriously, I’ve got bills, boo.” I leaned over and kissed him several times on the lips. “I had a good time. No doubt. How ’bout we do this again real soon?” Like I said, I was looking for another sponsor. “You got my number, so make sure you holla atcha girl,” I purred seductively. “But right now I gotta go.” I swung my purse onto my shoulder and strutted to the door, leaving him sitting there pouting like a big-ass baby.
    I had just turned the knob when I heard him mutter something that sounded like, “a straight-up five-dollar ho.”
    My head whipped around and I glared over at Chris. “Nah, boo. You got it all wrong. Thanks to you, I’m a five- hundred -dollar ho.” I grinned wickedly, then patted my purse and sashayed out the door.

3
    Monica
    â€œMommy, that truck’s finna run into our car.”
    My daughters and I were coming out of Food Lion with enough groceries for the next two weeks when Liese spotted a big blue tow truck backing up behind my Lexus. Oh shit! I almost had a heart attack as I hurried across the parking lot pushing the shopping cart over to where a short black man, who had to weigh all of three hundred pounds, pried his big butt out of the king cab.
    â€œExcuse me! Excuse me! What’re you doing?” What I should have asked was why the hell was he following me. How else would he know I went to the grocery store every Saturday morning?
    He glanced over at me with a cocky smirk on his crusty dry lips. “Is this your car?” he asked as if he didn’t already know.
    â€œYes, that’s my car.” I hit the button, deactivating the door locks, and urged the girls to get inside. There was no way he was taking my only mode of transportation without a fight.
    He wasted no time handing me a pink sheet of paper. “Your car payment is past due. I have instructions to bring this car back to the lot ... unless you got money.”
    Hell no, I didn’t have any money. If I did, he wouldn’t have followed me to the grocery store and be trying to tow my precious Lexus away. Shit. I barely had enough money to cover my bills for the month. To make matters worse, last week I needed four new tires, which took what little I had left in savings.
    I glanced down at the paper and groaned. I owed Mallory Finance almost half of next month’s child support payment. There was no way in hell I would ever be able to catch up. Sure, I’d missed a couple of car notes, but I never expected them to send the repo man.
    I stood there dumbfounded, drumming my finger on the trunk of my car as I tried to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of anything. I had run out of options. Come on. It wasn’t like I wasn’t trying to find a job. Trust me. Nobody could ever say I was some lazy chick laid up in the house, waiting for my check at the first of the month. I’d been trying to get a job for weeks, applying for almost anything, and yet I hadn’t had any luck.
    â€œMa’am, your kids are gonna have to get outta that car.” He glanced down at his watch as if I was wasting his time. “I’ve gotta take this car in.”
    I looked over my shoulder. Liese and Arissa were staring through the window. I could tell they were scared. Ignoring him, I hit the remote starter, opened the car door, and turned on the DVD player.
    â€œMommy, is everything okay?” Arissa asked, her lower lip quivering. She was the oldest at seven, while Liese was six.
    â€œSweetie, everything’s fine. Y’all watch a movie while I talk to this man.” I kissed her chocolate cheek, shut the door, then turned around in time to see the crack of the tow truck driver’s ass as he reached down for the chain so he could hook it to my back bumper.
    â€œPlease, have a heart,” I pleaded. “I’ve got two little girls and