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seriously?”
    â€œI don’t know what to do.”
    â€œI’ll tell you what you do, girl, don’t tell him.”
    â€œI have to tell him, Tangela. He’s my husband. I don’t want to keep something like this away from him. I don’t want him finding out from someone else.”
    I was quick to correct Bree. “What if he kicks you out without a dime to your name? What then?”
    â€œI can hear Mama Liz now: ‘I told you she was no good.’ ” Bree got up and began pacing the floor again. “Tange, what the hell am I going to do?”
    â€œLook, ma, if you want to keep your marriage together, don’ttell him shit. It was a mistake, a slip. You need to just go home to your man and forget it ever happened.”
    â€œIt’s going to eat me up inside not to tell him.”
    â€œB, don’t throw away what you two have built because of some dick.” Bree looked at me, knowing good and well that I was right. I could tell that she was taking in the advice I was trying to hammer into her cheating head. Leave it to her to fuck up a good thing.
    â€œYeah, I guess you’re right.”
    â€œIt was simply a moment of weakness.”
    â€œI don’t think I can forgive myself if Kashawn ever finds out.”
    â€œHe won’t find anything out if you don’t tell him.”
    Bree sighed, her hand resting against her forehead. “I guess.”
    â€œLook, girl, if you still feel torn up about it after a few weeks, come clean, but give yourself time to think about it. If I were you, I would take that shit to my grave. You know how crazy Kashawn is about you.”
    â€œI don’t want to start our marriage out with lies and keeping secrets.”
    â€œDo you think Deanthony will say anything?”
    â€œHe promised me that he wouldn’t.”
    â€œAre you sure you can trust him? I wouldn’t put shit past that man.”
    â€œHe told me he wouldn’t say anything.”
    Bree had just made my fucking up her marriage way too easy. The gears in my pretty head were already turning, trying to figure out how I could use this news to my benefit. I had to find out how Deanthony felt: if he actually loved Bree, or if he just wanted her for some booty. Either way, he was officially a pivotal chess piece in my plan. As I happily watched Bree stew in the pot of her own fuck-up, I relished in the fact that Christmas had come early for me that year.

4
DEANTHONY
    I was about to settle into some porn when I noticed a black Mustang pull in front of the house. “Fuck is that?”
    I was butt-ass naked on Ma’s sofa with a box of Kleenex and a bottle of cocoa butter lotion. Ma and Uncle Ray-Ray were out running errands. With the way him and Ma dragged around, I knew they wouldn’t be back for hours. It was the first time I’ve been able to have some alone time sense I’d left Cali. I quickly took the towel I was sitting on and wrapped it around my waist. My dick was bone-hard, poking against the tent of Ma’s good white towel. I peeked from behind a sliver of curtain to see who had pulled up in the driveway. It was Tangela.
    â€œBut nothing beats the real thing,” I said, smiling, licking my lips like I was L.L. Cool J.
    I tucked the tissue and lotion under the cushions of the flower-printed sofa like they were dirty magazines and pushed the porn movie I was about to watch into a school of DVDs that were shelved on the black entertainment center. My dick was so hard, it hurt. Tangela rang the doorbell. I never considered her really my type, but pussy was pussy, and my dick didn’t give a damn what cooch it was in. I went to my room and splashed some cologne on, not too much, but just enough. I gargled with some mint-flavored Listerine to wash out the oniony taste that was on my pallet after the two fried bologna sandwiches I’d had for lunch. I checkedmyself one final time in the bathroom mirror. You