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man. By the way, the name is Respect." (Pronounced Ree-spect.)
"But that aint what your momma named you," Tatum shot.
"But it's what I demand," he shot back. 
    This guy didn't miss a beat, and Tatum enjoyed it. 
    It took a confident, strong brother to even catch Tatum's attention, and he had it in full.
    "Yo Ree!" A man standing next to a white Escalade truck shouted, and then he pointed to his watch.
    Respect simply put his finger up and the man shut up and got in the passenger seat of the truck.
"Well my name's Tatum. That's what you pushing?" 
    Tatum asked referring to the fly Escalade truck he had.
"Yeah why, you impressed?" He asked licking his lips. 
    Just then Tatum's own Escalade rolled up and the valet hopped out and handed her the keys.
"Nah not really, I got it in black." 
    She smirked, playing his game, causing him to crack a smile.
"Respect Ms. Lady. So may I have your phone number to call you up sometime?" He asked ever so politely. 
    Tatum wanted to take him and rip him apart just off the strength that he was so sexy. 
    And the fact that she hadn't had any in a year didn’t hurt either. 
"Let me get yours," she insisted, handing him her phone. He took her phone and punched in his number. As he handed her the phone back, their fingers brushed against each other and they both looked into each other's eyes and knew they felt something. It was crazy. 
    He said goodnight to the ladies and took one final look at Tatum. There was something so innocent, so special about her. She had that something that made a nigga want to take care of her. They locked eyes for one final moment and as he turned and walked away, he whispered one final "Respect."
     
    "Yo Ree, who was that?" His short fat comrade asked as Ree hopped in the driver's seat.
"Her name's Tatum, she's gorgeous right?"
"Hell yeah, shorty bad as hell. Why you aint take her home and blow her back out? You know how we do bitches!" Fatso asked as him and Deets, one of Ree's other soldiers, cracked up laughing. 
"Not this one Fats…not this one," Ree answered, as he relit his blunt and drove off.
     
    When Kim opened her door it was 4:55 a.m. and she couldn't wait to get to sleep. Every week was the same shit. Partying until she got drunk and fucked up, sometimes she'd go home with somebody, other nights like tonight, she didn't. 
    She peeled off her cat suit and sat on the edge of her bed in her bra and thong listening to her messages on her cell phone.
"You have three new messages. First message, 12:14 a.m. "Yo Kim, its L. I'm trying to see you tonight ma, my girl went out.  Hit me." End of message, to delete this message press seven-deleted. Next message 1:12 a.m. “Yo Kim its Black, yo I'm horny as hell ma, I'm thinking bout you, them big ass titties.  Call me." End of message-deleted. Next message 1:15 a.m. "Hey baby girl, I miss you." End of message.” Kim's heart stopped, she had to hear it again. “To delete this mes-,” she quickly pressed 5, “Message will be saved for seven days.”  After playing the message three times, Kim sat on her bed debating whether to call him or not. 
    His name was Blair. She always found it funny a black man named Blair especially since he looked a lot like Blair Underwood. He was a corporate brotha, into stocks and shit. Fine, paid, 30, smart, and married. 
    She had promised her girls that she wouldn't see him anymore, and she hadn't for the past month. In fact, she had told him to go home to his white wife and stay the fuck away from her. But the truth was, she missed him. She would even go as far as to say that she loved him. They had been messing around for about as long as he'd been married-three years, since she was 16 and he was 27. 
    She knew it was wrong to get tangled up with him again especially knowing it hurt her self esteem as a black woman every time he went home to his white wife. But the truth of the fact was that she missed him, he missed her, and they