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you are wondering the details on how all of this happened regarding Boogie and my incarceration.
    Let, me put it into perspective for you.
    It all started in an attempt to settle the rising tensions between Boogie, Infinity and The Overseers.  I devised a scheme which involved plying Infinity with liquor to find out where Hoover, the crew's leader, lived in order to execute him before he decided to execute us. In doing so, I messed around by getting drunk and literally fucking Infinity’s ass.
    I woke up the next day with a soaking wet pussy. It hurt me to my heart that I failed the mission put in place not only to help me but Boogie but I never had so many orgasms in one setting. Let’s just say, I had another round even when sober. His package was just right. So right that my earlier reservations were gone well until it was time to go home and face the music with my brother.
    Upon leaving I chastised myself something terrible. I had one job to do and that was to get an address. Trust me when I say it was never intended for Infinity and I to become intimate. I wondered if Boogie would flip and look at me in a different light. My goodness, I wondered if he would tell Persia? He was sometimes spiteful so there wasn’t really any telling what he would do. In this matter his presumed actions were unpredictable. Little beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I fretted all the way home.
    I know you are asking yourself, why would I go and tell him. Well, I tried not to keep any secrets from my big bro.
    I, seriously, blamed the alcohol. When that Jack Daniel hit the system, fuck Hennessey, my draws usually come flying off. When the draws did come off, I can’t stop the heat from rising between my legs. Boogie stopped speaking to me for months until he found out I was pregnant. The pregnancy seemed to cool off his steam so to speak. I was grateful.
    Dorah Margarete pronounced Mar-sha-rete was born healthy. My family gushed over her perfect being.
    My Dorah also turned out to be a blessing in disguise; also the apple in her father and Uncle's eyes. To the point they would argue over who would take her to the park next. I was in awe of her power and beauty in bringing these two bull headed men together in a truce, peaceful type of situation.
    I loved everything about her from the wild curly hair on top of her head, little button nose and small precious feet yet I loved her little excursions with either man in our lives.
    Those excursions allowed me to break free to unwind or go see my shorty.
    I had a new love since my old girl Persia was gone. She broke up with me when I told her about the baby I was carrying.
    That was until our brief unspoken truce we arrived at when I came out of my building in the East New York section of Brooklyn only to find her sitting on my car.
    Realizing how much I missed her, I put a little pep in my step, damn near breaking into a run, just to get close to her.
    "Slow down little bit, don't hurt yourself," she instructed me.
    "I won't P. Tell me what's good on your side?" I said in response to her statement.
    "I was in the area and figured I'd stop by to check on you and my baby," she said then playfully shoulder bumped me.
    "So you are the daddy now?" I asked her.
    "Yep, sure am," she chuckled, "how about you take a stroll with me?
    "Can't. I have to get to my ob/gyn. Matter of fact, I'm running a little behind schedule. I'm so excited for this visit today. I need to get a move on it; I get to hear the baby's heartbeat again today.
    I also get to find out what I'm having although I swore to myself I'd wait and let God surprise me when I gave birth. That is exactly why I’m finding out at six months and not four and a half months.
    If you want you can feel free to tag along," I said going around to the driver's side of my big body Benz.
    "Don't mind if I do," was Persia's reply.
    Instantly, upon hearing her tone of voice, I could tell, even though she was tagging along, she was still hurt behind my