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dressed in a black skirt, a blouse, and sexy, come-fuck-me shoes.
    â€œI’m glad, because you are about the only person I know who hadn’t seen it. I’m glad you finally decided to check it out,” her slightly overweight girlfriend with the honey blond locks stated matter-of-factly.
    They paused long enough to take sips of their colorful drinks before continuing.
    â€œWell, don’t keep me in suspense. What did you think?” Locks asked.
    â€œGirl, I was absolutely blown away. I loved it! That Pilar was a true beast.”
    â€œTell me about it. You hated her and loved her all rolled into one. She was most definitely one not to be played with.”
    â€œI felt bad about some of the abuse she suffered through as a child,” Black Skirt stated. “That broke my heart.”
    Locks agreed by nodding.
    â€œOur childhoods really do shape who we eventually become. Some of us have fucked-up childhoods and end up fucked up as adults, too. Others overcome and move forward with a vengeance.”
    â€œI guess you are right. But, yeah, I felt sorry for her at times, too,” Locks said, genuinely looking sad, as if she was about to cry in a few seconds. “Girl, what did you think about that sexy-ass Xavier?” Locks asked a moment later, throwing her hand up toward the heavens.
    â€œWasn’t he as fine as hell? Ain’t nothing like those tall, dark, and sexy brothers. Who could ask for more? Lordy, have mercy, Jesus,” Black Skirt cried out. “He could hit this any day,” she added.
    I had the opportunity to check her out from the corner of my eye. She was the type of woman that made me instantly hard. I loved asses—big ones—and thighs on my woman, and Black Skirt had an ample supply of both. The way her cheeks took over that bar stool told it all. I could picture her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I pounded in and out with no mercy.
    â€œI have heard so many women say he deserved exactly what he received and then some. Pilar showed his ass exactly who he was messing with. Damn, Pilar was bad. I bet he would think twice about who he brought into his bed next time around,” Locks stated with a smirk on her face.
    As much as I wanted to jump in and defend my man Xavier, I knew from experience that it was a useless fight. Bottom line, people were going to think what they wanted to. Everyone had an opinion. It also amazed me how women talked graphically to one another when they thought no one was listening. I insisted on my woman having class in public, but behind closed doors it was on. I loved to hear her talk dirty as I gave it back even stronger.
    Skirt surprised me with her next comment.
    â€œI don’t know if I agree with that. Xavier was simply being a man. Sure, he was thinking with the wrong head, like most men, but I will give him credit. He did inform Pilar up front, on more than one occasion, that he was only in it for the sex.”
    â€œHe did, true, but then he kept coming back for more—got greedy with it. What’s up with that? He had a beautiful fiancée at home, and yet he was out and about, screwing around,” Locks stated, with a scowl on her face, as she played with her long locks between sips of her drink.
    â€œHe hadn’t learned a simple lesson. In most cases, you can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” This was said by Black Skirt.
    â€œWell, he could have all my cake and the frosting and come back for second helpings.” Locks laughed, looking down at herself and taking a few more sips of her drink. “In fact, I’d love for him to lick the frosting.”
    â€œI heard this was based on a true story,” Skirt stated, bopping her head to the music of the live band that had started its set in another section of the restaurant.
    â€œYeah. You don’t remember this story from a few years ago, when that author was plastered all over the TV for assaulting some chick he