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it,” I corrected him.
      “ No, I got to doo doo. ”
    “ Fine. ” I pointed him to the private bathroom in my
office.
    He ran into the
bathroom holding his booty with both hands. “ Don't
boo boo on yourself, ” I teased.
    I stood at the door
tapping my foot impatiently, with my arms folded across my chest.
    “Get away from the
door!”
    He didn't have to
say it twice. The odor started to seep from the toilet and found its way into
my office. I could hear tooting, splattering, and ungodly noises coming from
the other side of the door. I raced over to the window and snatched it up. I
stuck my head out and gulped the fresh air. Thank God for small miracles ,
I thought.
    When I heard Devin
flush the toilet and come out of the bathroom, I covered my nose with both hands,
walked over to the far side of my office, and turned on the ceiling fan. He
stood there scratching his butt.
    “Go back and wash
your hands," I said politely.
    This time he did as
I asked with no backtalk. I followed behind him and sprayed a little air
freshener in the bathroom because that little boy smelled like a grown man.
    Walking out of the
office with Devin in tow, I stopped at my secretary's desk and gave her
instructions. “ If my boyfriend shows up tell
him that I’ll be back shortly. While I'm out send all of my calls to voicemail,
please.”
    “I surely will,”
she kindly replied.
    I was finally
headed to find out whether or not what Devin had divulged was true. I told
myself that it was wrong of me to put Blunt's son in the middle of this, but to
catch the kind of snake Blunt was I had to slither around in the grass just
like he did.
    Once Devin and I
were in the car and safely strapped in our seats, I slowly pulled out of the
school’s parking lot. I placed my Gucci shades over my eyes and turned on the
radio. The sound of Future's lyrics‘Turn On The Lights’ poured from my
speakers.
    Devin bobbed his
head to the beat and sang along. I drove to his neighborhood and from there he
directed me to a four-complex apartment building. As I was driving down the
street, I noticed how filthy the area was. The front lawn was nothing but dirt
and trash was strewn everywhere.
    Tons of discarded
furniture and personal belongings were in front of a huge dumpster on the side
of the complex. It appeared that the building was being poorly managed.
Crackheads were roaming the streets in search of their next high. A short high
yellow fiend in a bikini top and a pair of long jeans came clucking down the
street with her hand on her bony hip. I could see her ribcage. She sashayed and
twisted down the block like she was a model on a runway, but only in her head.
Drugs and despair had robbed her of any Broadway dreams that she may have once
had.
    “Do you remember
which apartment Luscious lives in?” I questioned Devin as I slowed the car to a
crawl.         
    “ It’s the apartment
with the number one on it.”
    I focused in on the
numbers on the apartments doors.
    “ Ooh, there go her
cars right there." He pointed to a brown ‘88 Nova and a 2011 rose-red
Charger parked in front of her door.
    I stopped in the
middle of the street. The dope fiends that moved about gawked at me. They
probably were wondering why an unfamiliar vehicle like mine was rolling
through. I double-checked to make sure my doors were locked. Then, I sat there
wondering whether I should confront this Luscious chick.
    If what Devin had
told me was true, I was going to snap. My animosity wasn’t with the woman
though, it was with my man. He was up to no good every time I turned my back. I
was so exhausted from the bullshit. If he had fathered a child outside of our
relationship, I was done. Girl, you have to draw the line somewhere or he'll
walk all over you, I chastised myself.
    Deciding against
confronting Luscious, I slowly drove away feeling played and depressed. Trying
to keep up with Blunt’s infidelities had me so out of character.
    “ You don't wanna go
see my