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and you have strangers up in here fucking you on the sofa that I bought. The one that I sit on to eat my oatmeal every morning and watch my favorite shows on at night. The one that my company sits on to chill. You got musty dick and pussy juice drizzling all over it and you don’t think it’s serious?”
    Winsome stood up, tits swinging. “First of all, they’re—”
    â€œDon’t first of all me like I’ve done something trifling. I spoke to you a few hours ago and you said that you were here chilling and working.” I looked the guy in the eyes and then the broad. “You a call girl now? Did they find you on Craigslist or some shit?”
    â€œNo, I’m not no call girl and you know it. All I was trying to say is that they’re not strangers. I’ve known them for a minute.” She ran her fingers through the woman’s reddish-brown hair. “This is Kay Kay.”
    â€œWhat’s up?” Kay Kay said nervously, still probably shocked that I walked in.
    Winsome ran the fingers of her other hand down the man’s chest. “And this fine thing right here is Dominic.”
    Dominic stared at me, up and down, and licked his lips. “What’s good, cutie?”
    Winsome folded her arms in defiance. “See, they’re definitely not strangers.”
    â€œThe fact that you happen to know their names doesn’t meanthat they’re not strangers. Put on some damn clothes and get them out of here.” I walked past the sofa toward my bedroom and waved them off. “You can miss me with all of that.” I paused and turned around, glaring at Winsome. “On the sofa, though? You’re buying a new one. I’m never sitting on that shit again!”
    I went into my room and slammed the door.
    After undressing, I went into my bathroom and hopped into the shower. By the time that I threw on a nightgown, Winsome was poking her head in my door.
    â€œHow did the date go with that dude?”
    I rolled my eyes at her. “His name is Tevin. He’s cool. I plan to hang out with him again sometime.”
    â€œThank goodness! You need a man!” Winsome came in and sat down on the edge of my bed. She had on a black T-shirt that had BEAT ME, WHIP ME, FUCK ME, CUM ALL OVER MY TITS, AND THEN GET THE FUCK OUT printed in white letters on the front, and a pair of white sweatpants. “I’m tired of you disrupting my flow!”
    â€œWinsome, you’re a trip. I’m not disrupting a damn thing that doesn’t need to be disrupted. You are sexing way too many people at the same time. And from what I saw tonight, with no damn protection.”
    â€œOh, come off it. We were doing oral when you came in. You will not make me believe that you use dental dams and condoms when you’re serving up your pussy or slobbering on a dick. Don’t even try it.”
    â€œI’m not going to try, but the difference between you and me is that I only have sex with a couple of people.” I paused and started analyzing what she had said a moment ago. “And I could have a man if I wanted one, and you know it. I’m sick of the bullshit, so I’d rather stay single and do me. Relieve my sexual tension when I feel like it and keep it moving.”
    â€œYou push men away the second they start talking about gettingserious. There are a lot of chicas out there who want a man to tie them down and you push them all away.”
    I climbed underneath my comforter and turned on the news. I really wanted to go watch Paternity Court, but I was serious about that sofa. I was donating it to a nonprofit and making Winsome purchase a new one, but not before I laid down some ground rules.
    â€œYou can’t be fucking all over the place, Winsome. That’s not cool. You’re getting a new sofa and you’d better not have done anything on the dining room table.”
    She sucked her teeth. “I’m not that damn