The Sexataries

By Sadie Smith

Love, sex and rock and hoes is an understatement for four women who
work for the same construction company. They have been abused, used
and now confused. After Precious caught her daughters father having
sex in their bed with her mother, she blocks the memory by having sex
with men by means of trying to get ahead fi nancially. When Essense
found her husband in an alley humping on another man, it destroyed her.
And when she fell in love with a guy named Luke and he marries her
best friend, that took her over the top or was it the opposite way around.
Then theres Ebonee,raised by her grandmother when her mother was
murdered, is every mans desire and gets anything she wants from them.
But will she ever truly love anyone. Last but not least is Skyy whose heart
was broken when her fi rst sons father left her and her second son was
conceived from being raped by her mothers live-in boyfriend. Will these
women rise above their tribulations? This fi ctitious novel will have you
reading nonstop wanting to know whats going to happen next. It will not
only have you asking yourself how well do you know your co-workers but
how well do you know yourself because theres a thin line between being
sane and insane.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469110332

Sadie Smith

Sadie is a native of New Jersey who’s a mother of two daughters and two grandchildren. Although she writes for a hobby, her book: A Story to Tell (A Portfi lio of a Scarred Woman), was written to help her heal the wounds from her past so she could move forward and maybe help someone else. She has and continues to work for municipal government in Camden, NJ, for twenty-eight years. Although she loves her family and few close friends unconditionally, she has accustomed herself and lives the lifestyle of being a semi-loner.

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PRECIOUS

Oh Pretty Precious, Average height, brown skin with big brown eyes to go along with her dark brown shoulder length hair. A mother of two daughters, Khrystin and Sharon, has always been a brides maid and never a bride. Ever since high school, Precious has been in and out of relationships. Years later, she met her daughters’ father, Emerson. A year after their courtship, she got pregnant with their first daughter and soon after came baby number two. In no time, Precious was living in a two bedroom apartment with Emerson, attending business school, raising two children and trying to hold on to a rocky relationship. After five long and hard years, the relationship ended. One morning, after taking the girls to school, Precious forgot something and had to go back home. As she entered her apartment, she could hear the moans and groans of a female and male coming from the direction of her bedroom. Hoping it wasn’t but knowing it was the obvious, she slowly moved towards the bedroom. When she got to the door, she slowly pushed it open just enough to see a woman riding the hell out of Emerson. And Emerson was enjoying every minute of his workout. But this woman looked familiar. With water in her eyes, Precious couldn’t quite focus to see exactly who this woman was. As this female continued to moan, groan and repeatedly holler Emerson’s name, she recognized this person’s voice. The ooze and oh baby, filled Precious eye’s with more water. Once she blinked and allowed the water to drop from her eyes, let the truth be seen. Quietly, she tip-toed to the kitchen with her heart full of pain and pulled out a butcher knife out of one of the drawers. As she walked back to the bedroom door, the two sex maniacs were getting louder and louder which made Precious pain turn into anger. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. With one kick, the door flew open and Precious ran toward the bed with the butcher knife in the air. Quickly, the woman and Emerson jumped off the bed before the butcher knife came down on the bed ripping the sheets. Precious, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your damn mind? Emerson had a lot of nerve asking. Precious never answered. With tears developing once again, she chased Emerson and the woman around the apartment until the both of them ran out the front door naked with their clothing in their hands. Precious then sat on her sofa and cried like a baby. She had no other siblings to call and talk to and she wasn’t in the mood to call any other relatives. After weeping, she packed all of Emerson’s shit, did a drive-by and threw his belongings on his parent’s front lawn. As for the woman Emerson was caught with, she was old enough to be his mother. But she had youth and kept her body in good shape, of course. Nevertheless, it should have never happened. For the sake of her daughters, Precious tried very hard to get her life in order. She moved into another apartment, found a decent job as a secretary at Marques Construction and remained in her hometown of Dayton, Ohio. As for Emerson, the day he got caught was the last time

Precious saw him. He never called or inquired about his daughters. Nor did he send any letters, cards or money. Precious was told by a good friend that Emerson was so frightened and was having so many nightmares about the butcher knife that he left the state of Ohio. But he didn’t leave alone; he left with the woman he got caught with.

The incident made Precious a bitter woman. But she knew she had two young daughters who depended on their mother which gave her the strength to move on. For almost a year, Precious would cry a lot during those lonely nights wishing the worst for Emerson and the other woman. She knew slowly but surely the pain would soon go away.

It took a long time but it did, (so she thought). Precious told herself and those who inquired that it would be a cold day in hell before she ever spoke to Emerson and her mother ever again!

EBONEE

Miss Elegant Ebonee is tall, thin, light complexion with short natural curly hair. The older of two girls, when younger, Ebonee received more attention for her mother and relatives than her dark complexion sister, Ivoree. Both girls never knew who their daddies were. At the age of fourteen, Ebonee and Ivoree, were taken in by their maternal grandmother after their mother was murdered. How she was killed will haunt the two girls for the rest of their lives. It all happened one early Saturday morning when the girls were awakened by their mother screaming. When the girls ran downstairs, they ran into their mother’s boyfriend who they referred to as Big Mac choking the hell out of her. Frantic, Ivoree ran out the house screaming to get help from a neighbor while Ebonee jumped on Big Mac’s back trying to save her mother. Drunk as usual and fussing about her mother cheating, Big Mac gave Ebonee one blow to her rib cage and then throwing her underneath the dining room table where she hit her head and became unconscious. Trying to get away, the girl’s mother tripped on the living room area rug and fell to the floor. That’s when Big Mac continued his choking technique and banged the woman’s head continuously on the hard wooden floor. He banged and choked, banged and choked until death came into the picture. After realizing what he had done, Big Mac tried to wake his woman up. When she didn’t respond, he began weeping in front of her motionless body. Then Big Mac wiped his eyes, got up from the floor, walked up the steps to the master bedroom and returned with a well sharp machete. He kissed Ebonee on the forehead, gave his deceased girlfriend a farewell kiss on the lips, laid next to her and rammed the machete right in his heart. Moments later, Ivoree, a neighbor and the police came running through the front door to find the unexpected.

When their grandmother stepped to the plate to raise her granddaughters, she had no idea what she was getting into. The sight of her mother murdered, caused Ivoree to have continuous nightmares, bulling the kids and putting fear in the teachers all the time in school. Finally, after trying to kill her grandmother and sister, Ivoree was put in a mental institution. Faithfully, Ebonee and her grandmother would visit Ivoree in hoping there was a change so she could come back home. During Ebonee’s adolescent years, she kept her friends to a minimum. She lost trust in people when she caught her boyfriend screwing a girl in a bedroom at a party they all had attended. As she walked into adulthood, Ebonee developed a group of sponsors who would shower her with many expensive gifts. At one point, she had more sponsors than Jerry’s Kids. When her grandmother past away, she stopped visiting and never spoke of her little sister again. She remained in her hometown of Dayton, Ohio, only because she didn’t want to start all over looking for sponsors at a different location. It was when she was working for Marques Construction that she encountered two wealthy sponsors that were fond of her and visa versa. Will Ebonee find true love in one of her sponsors or will it come to a complete hault?

ESSENSE

Etiquette Essense, a southern bell from the south is short, brown complexion, wear glasses and multiple ponytails weaves of all kinds, wouldn’t hurt a fly. She was always taught that a woman is supposed to be submissive to her husband. When she was married to Quaree, she loved the hell out of him and worshipped the ground he walked on. When Essense caught Quaree in their bed with her live in cousin a month after they were married, she just went to the kitchen and cooked her husband’s dinner like she saw nothing. A year later, Essense found out he was having another affair with one of their neighbors. She was determine to love her husband till death due them part. After three years of marriage, Quaree was still disrespecting his wife by sticking his penis in every woman in their hometown. After a miscarriage, Quaree talked his wife into partaking in several threesomes. Even though it was not her forte, Essense went along with the program to appease her man.

One evening, while cooking dinner, Essense received an anonymous call. The voice was well disguised so she couldn’t tell if the voice was a male or female. The person stated that if she wanted to inquire about her husband’s extracurricular activity, to go to Emonee’s Go-Go Bar on Broadway and Eighth Avenue on a Saturday night. After Essense hung up the telephone, she realized that area was where the raunchy bars, hookers and dope fiends were located and if you weren’t into neither, you didn’t want to be there. Hookers, that’s probably Quaree’s new pastime, she thought. Essense started reminiscing of the many times her husband came home with a nasty mist odor.

For a whole week, that called stayed on her mind and heart. When Saturday night came and her husband was not at home, Essense went out looking for him. Scared as hell, she drove on the strip not knowing what to expect. When she got to Emonee’s Go-Go Bar, she parked her SUV close by. As Essense walked around the raunchy bar, she almost puke several times. After managing to walk around the bar twice, she figured maybe Quaree was in one of the bar’s private rooms either getting a private lap dance or blow job so she decided to wait around fifteen more minutes. Fifteen minutes couldn’t come fast enough, as she went towards the door to get out, someone bumped into her and slid a note in her hand. Quickly, she hurried out and ran straight to her truck. With the help of the street lights shining down in her vehicle, Essense unfolded and read the note that said:

CHECK THE ALLEY NEXT TO THE BAR

Essense looked around. There was the alley as the note stated, right next to the bar and thank goodness it was big enough to drive through because she did not want to walk through it. Essense started up her SUV and put her low beams on. As she slowly began driving through the dark alley with her window down a few inches, she could hear moans and groans but no Quaree. As she was about to come out of the alley, she saw two shadows having sex doggy style. The SUV came to a complete halt. As Essense eyes stared at the two shadows, she cut the vehicle off but kept the low beams on. Quietly, she got out of the SUV and slowly crept toward the shadows. The two people were so busy doing their thing that they didn’t notice the dim lights or Essense walking up on them.

When she finally got up on the two people, she saw Quaree pumping and being the the aggressor. The southern bell went from passive and tolerable to ferocious and barbaric. She pulled out a switch blade that was in her pocket and went to stab the person Quaree was fucking. Quaree managed to get the knife out of Essense hand, as the other guy ran for his life. Still angry, Essense got ahold of a two by four and managed to beat the shit out of Quaree. She beat him until he could no longer defend himself, got into her SUV and went home crying. Embarrassed of her husband’s recreation, Essense moved up north and found a job as a receptionist at Marques Construction. The incident haunted and tormented Essense occasionally not trusting men at all. Her off and on manic behavior scared many men away who were interested in her. Then finally, she meets someone and falls in love only to get hurt once again. Will Essense ever get the help she needs to get herself together before she beats down another man?

SKYY

Stunning Skyy can be described as a brown skin, average height Latino sister who’s a bit overweight but keeps herself looking good. She always keeps her brown lengthy curly hair pulled back in a ponytail. A divorce mother of three sons, Tailor 17, Tyler 15 and Taj 10, Skyy has had her share of adversaries. She was only fifteen years-old when she got pregnant with her first son. Antonio and Skyy were two teens that were inseparable. When they met, Antonio was captain of his high school wrestling team and Skyy was his number one fan who attended all his home matches. Knowing that Skyy’s mother was a dysfunctional alcoholic, Antonio would walk to Skyy’s house everyday after wrestling practice to check on her. Some of the guys on the block where Skyy lived had a crush on her but Skyy never gave any of them the time or day. Pissed, they would wait for Antonio and walk behind him as he walked towards Skyy’s house claiming that Skyy would perform various sex acts with them in vacant houses while he was at practice. Confused, Antonio took the abuse from the neighborhood thugs and never told Skyy until she told him that she was pregnant. The first question Antonio asked was if the baby was his. With tears in her eyes, Skyy asked Antonio what would make him ask such a question. He then confessed to the harassment he was getting on a daily basis from the neighborhood thugs. Skyy tried for a month convincing Antonio that what he was being told were lies. But because she was so beautiful and Antonio knew other guys wanted her, he allowed his low-self esteem and the rumors get the best of him and moved to Puerto Rico leaving Skyy to fend for herself and their unborn child. Her mother was no help nor did Skyy get any support from her. When her alcoholic and dysfunctional mother found out that she had a pregnant daughter in her household, she cursed and shamed Skyy on a day to day basis calling her all kinds of whores, bitches and sluts.

With no place to go, Skyy took her mother’s abuse until she was seventeen years-old. It was a night she will never forget. One evening, after putting Tailor to sleep, Skyy went to take a quick shower while he drunken mother was passed out on the sofa. Her mother’s live-in boyfriend Eddie hadn’t come home from work yet. Skyy didn’t like or trust Eddie and tried very hard to stay out of his way. She had caught him to many times staring at her causing her to feel very uncomfortable. Skyy knew it was only a matter of time before Eddie would try to take an advantage of her. As she got out of the shower and began drying herself with a towel, Skyy could see shadows of someone’s feet moving back and forth underneath the bathroom door. Knowing who it was, she quickly put on her pajamas so she could run straight to her bedroom where she thought she would be safe. As she opened the bathroom door to run down the hallway, Eddie stepped right in front of her. He pushed her in her mother’s bedroom that was right across the hall from the bathroom and locked the door. With his hand over her mouth, he pressed his big body against hers and they landed on the bed. Fighting to prevent what was about to happen, Eddie ripped her pajamas and raped her. After he was finished with her, Eddie pushed her out the bedroom and shut the door. Frantic and crying, Skyy went to the living room and woke up her mother informing what her trifling boyfriend had done. Instead of comforting her only child, her mother gave her no remorse. She began screaming and cursing accusing her daughter of trying to take her man and was ordered to get out. Angry and hurt, Skyy hurried into the kitchen and pulled out a steak knife from out one of the drawers. She then ran passed her mother who was still cussing and fussing and walked right into Eddie who was walking down the hallway. His growling stomach was introduced to the steak knife that was in one of Skyy’s hand. Blood dripped to the floor as Eddie pulled the knife out of his stomach. Skyy then went to her bedroom to get her crying baby and packed as much as she could take. Crying with her child, Skyy walked out her mother’s front door as her mother attended Eddie’s wound. As she was crying, walking quickly and thinking where her and her baby could go, a neighbor’s friend who was visiting noticed her. He introduced himself as Caesar and asked if she was alright. Again, Skyy told her story of what Eddie had done to her. Afraid and not knowing this stranger, Skyy made a quick decision and went with Caesar. In her mind, she thought that life couldn’t get any worse for her and if Caesar decided to take advantage of her, she would be prepared to run with her child. But Caesar was a kind man who was fifteen years Skyy’s senior. He had never been married nor did he have any children. He took Skyy and her child into his home and cared for them. Trying to put her life into perspective, Skyy found out that she was once again pregnant. This time it was from being raped by Eddie. Afraid Caesar would put her out, she confessed to him about the pregnancy. Caesar became very fond of Skyy and promised to take care of her and her children. After the birth of Tyler, Caesar married Skyy and adopted her two sons. By the time Skyy was twenty years-old, she had married and given Caesar his son, Taj. Caesar was a hard working man who loved his family. But as the years went by, Skyy’s past began to haunt her causing her to have serious mood swings which created chaos in their marriage. Caesar fought hard to keep his family together. He even suggested that Skyy see a therapist. Skyy, on the other hand, felt at the time that she didn’t need a therapist. She felt that even though she had love for Caesar and loved her sons dearly, life cheater her out of all the things she wanted to do when she was young. Caesar compromised with Skyy by helping her get a two bedroom apartment under the conditions that she seeks counseling, get her GED and leave the boys with him. Although she didn’t want to leave her sons, Skyy did what was best for them and spent quality time. Caesar hoped that Skyy would eventually miss her family and return home but after two years he realized she had moved on and had no intentions of returning, he divorced her. Skyy got her GED and started working for Marques Construction as a secretary. This is where she met co-workers Precious, Ebonee and Essense. She will also learn the truth about herself and her past.

SKYY

As I enter my cool apartment from a hard day of work, I can’t wait for that awaiting moment. But the walk to my bedroom seems like a never ending journey. As I take that stride of that interval importance, I can feel that cool sensation ready to serve its purpose. And waiting, awaiting for that time when all of heaven will envy my glory. I can smell the aroma of obsession in search of a treasure smelling so sweet. I can feel a presence in the air sending chills through my body never loosing its taste and knowing that I can always come back for more. At last, the moment equivalent to the creation of the earth has come, the moment of total satisfaction. As I slowly opened the door to my bedroom, I could see it from afar, waiting to quench my every need. As my lips touched the tip of its surface, the anticipation had now come to an end. I grabbed the telephone and took it off the hook just to enjoy this special occasion, an occasion that’s never ending. A moment with me and my PEPSI!

Another one of those strange dreams Skyy was having when she went to bed hot and horny forbidding herself to submit to the nonworking trifling man who slept next to her.

Ring, ring, ring! Skyy hit the alarm clock on her night stand next to her side of the bed. As she stretched, she almost hit the still body next to her. Shit, I guess I’m the only person getting up to go to work again, she mumbled. Her live-in boyfriend Mark was sound asleep. After only dating for six months, Skyy invited Mark to move in with her. But after only three months of living together, Skyy didn’t feel the same way as she did when they first met. After two months of living together, Mark stopped giving Skyy money to help towards the rent and household needs claiming that business for the moving company he worked for was slow. She stretched once again and began reminiscing about the first time they met and began dating. It all started . . . .

Ring, ring, ring, Damn, time to get up once again, Skyy shouted out. For the past couple of weeks, she’s been running late getting up every morning thinking about the new fine looking dark teddy bear guy at the bus stop. Today will be the day I’ll say more than good morning to him, she said as she looked in her closet trying to decide what to wear. She pulled out one of her favorite dresses, a low cut leopard print with a split on the left side and a pair of black boots. After she showered and had her coffee, she made it her business every morning to call her sons before she left for work. After telling them that she loved them and wished them a nice day, Skyy raced to the bus stop. As she walked cross the main highway, Miss Toni was there waiting. Miss Toni was an elderly woman who Skyy met when she moved into her complex a couple of years ago. Miss Toni knew everything and everybody and felt it was her civic duty to help Skyy meet a compatible companion. Good Morning Miss Toni. How are you doing this morning?

I’m doing fine young lady but there’s something I need to tell you before that new young man comes, Miss Toni said anxiously.

What’s wrong Miss Toni?

Oh, there’s nothing wrong honey. I’ve been watching the way he looks at you. I think he has a liking in you, she said with excitement.

Miss Toni, you always trying to hook someone up with somebody. Besides, he looks younger than me and I think he’s married. No way was Skyy going to tell Miss Toni that she was eyeing the new guy until she got more information about him. As the two of them were running their mouths about the young gentleman, they never saw him running across the street until he said good morning and smiled at them.

Good morning, they both replied hoping he didn’t hear them discussing him.

You know we all have been at this bus stop and we don’t even know your name, Skyy said trying to start a conversation.

I apologize. My mother taught me better. My name is Mark, he said cheezing.

I’m Miss Toni and this is Skyy, said Miss Toni as she began putting her skill into effect.

Do you have any children? Skyy wanted to know.

I have a son and he’s two-years old, replied Mark as he pulled out a picture of his son from his wallet a presented it to both woman.

He’s beautiful. God bless him.

Thank you, replied Mark as the bus pulled up and he allowed both women to get on first. After he paid his bus fare, Mark sat right next to Skyy not knowing he was about to be drilled while Miss Toni kept an eye on the both of them.

So, how long have you and your wife been living around the complex?

Oh, I’m not married. As a matter of fact, I’m not living or seeing anyone. My son’s mother and I split up six months ago.

Well tell me, how old are you

I’m twenty-four.

Oh shit, you’re just a baby, responded Skyy sounding a bit disappointed.

Well how old are you?

I’m thirty-two with three teen-age sons.

So you’re married?

I’m divorced.

Well I’m about to get off now, Mark mentioned as he pulled out a business card and pen and wrote down his cell phone number. If you’re not busy tonight, give me a call. I should be home around seven.

Maybe I’ll do that.

Miss Toni, you have a nice day, as he winked at Skyy.

Oh you to sonny, responded Miss Toni like she wasn’t listening to anything. The two women kept their eyes on the young man as he got off the bus and walked up the street. Miss Toni turned to Skyy and looked at her with a smile. You two look good together.

"He is kind of cute but Miss Toni he’s eight years younger and not that much older than my oldest son.

"So what does that mean? Listen Skyy, how long has it been since you had a boyfriend? Not just someone you slept with occasionally but someone you can call your man? I’m not saying date someone who plays in the playground nor am I saying date boys around your son’s age. Just talk to him and see what happens. It won’t kill you.

Since my husband and I divorced, I haven’t had a boyfriend or someone to call my man but I do have an out-of-town friend that I visit quite often.

Chile, I can tell you like him. All you do is blush when he’s talking to you. Girl, one day when you have time, come over to my apartment, I can tell you some stories about me and some of my young honeys back in my day. Well it’s time for me to get off now. You think about it and have a nice day.

You do the same and thank you Miss Toni. As the bus pulled off once again, Skyy’s thoughts of calling Mark went back and forth as to if she should or not. She decided to take a nap during the remaining of the bus ride and get the opinions from the girls in the office and her therapist.

After two hours working a busy morning and giving the girls her story about Mark, Skyy asked her co-workers for their opinions.

How old is he again? Precious asked sarcastically.

Twenty-four, Skyy replied rolling her eyes.

Twenty-four? They all said in unison giggling.

Well, I don’t see anything wrong with the age difference. Just as long you don’t have to raise him along with your sons, informed Ebonee.

Don’t listen to Ebonee. She’ll fuck a little boy at the playground if she knew he will give up his lunch money for her, answered Essense in her southern accent. "I think you should give him a call. There’s nothing wrong with conversing.

What about your relationship with Ray? Precious asked with concern.

Ray is just a friend with benefits. When he and I started talking, I told him from the door that I wasn’t looking for a relationship and that I would be dating other men if I choose to.

Sooo, if you take a liking in Mark and things go well between the two of you, will you commit to him? Precious waited patiently for Skyy’s response.

Yeah, I might do that.

Why won’t you give Ray a chance? You’ve been traveling to Cincinnati for over two years and you’re always talking about how nice he treats you and how good the sex is. Again, Precious waited for Skyy to answer. Finally, her mouth began to move.

I love the attention Ray gives me but I’m not in love with him.

You could learn to love him, answered Ebonee who was listening as she was filing some folders.

Skyy, that man really loves you. When the hell are you going to allow him to spend a week-end at your apartment?

Damn Precious why are you so concern about Ray feelings?

Bitch! Didn’t you ask us for our opinions about your situation? Precious began to have an attitude.

Ladies, calm down. We are in a workplace.

Shut up! They all said to Ebonee and then began to laugh.

I’m sorry and to answer your question Precious, never. If I allow Ray to start visiting, he might want to come all the damn time and that will mess up my flow.

Damn girl! Don’t you think you might be messing up his flow traveling to Cincinnati all the damn time?

Hell not! Essense, the difference between Ray and I is that he is in love with me and will do anything to keep me going to Cincinnati. I on the other hand, am not in love but in like with him. And I will continue to see his ass as long as he continues to eat mine!

(Everyone LOL)

That evening when Skyy went to see her therapist, she wasn’t quite sure if she should mention Mark. What she did know was that she needed to stop her visits for awhile because they were beginning to become to costly and if she did start talking to Mark, the payment plan that her therapist (Phillip) had given her would not fit in her new budget.

You’re looking mighty nice today Skyy, any special reason?

No. Not really.

Skyy, you’ve been coming here for quite sometime now. Don’t you think I know when something is bothering you?

Well, I did meet someone at the bus stop that I have an interest in, she stated a little nervous.

Oh, I see. Have you slept with him yet?

No, it’s too soon. We actually just spoke today.

Sooo, what do you want to get off your chest? You seem distant and I have a feeling you want to tell me something.

Well, I would like to discontinue my sessions at least for awhile.

"If it’s because of your finances, I told you . . . .

Oh, no Phillip, you have been very kind with giving me an alternative payment plan. I just feel the need to stop attending my sessions for awhile.

As you wish, would you like to cut this session short?

Yes, that would be fine, Skyy said anxiously.

Okay, I’ll take your payment now, Phillip said, as he stood up and opened his pants then allowing them to fall to his ankles.

I’ll need a receipt, Skyy mentioned, as she dropped to her knees to give him his last blow job for the time being.

That night after talking to her sons, Skyy contemplated for an hour before calling Mark. After the phone rang several times, she decided to hang up. As she was about to click the off button, she heard him pick up and say hello.

Hello, my I speak to Mark, she asked acting like a teenager.

Hello Skyy, I didn’t think you would call, Mark said surprisingly.

How did you know it was me?

Well, I just spoke to my son’s mother and I don’t have any other females besides her and my mother calling me at the moment.

You expect me to believe that? You’re a nice looking guy. I’m quite sure you have your digits floating around.

I don’t give out my number to any female. I have to be interested in you for you to get my digits.

This mother fucker is trying to play game. I bet he’s full of more shit than what his ass can hold.

Oh, I see. So tell me about yourself Mark.

Well let me see. I’m not from Dayton, I’m from New York. My son’s mother and I came here to visit her mother a year ago. We liked it and decided to stay. Six months ago, when I came home from work, she was in bed with some contractor who was doing work in our apartment.

Wow, I bet you went off when you saw them together, as Skyy