“If I’m really feelin’ ’im, and it’s all like dat, then I’m gonna move out fa him. I’ma break him off whateva it iz he wants. I’ma please him, so he don’t stray. He gone get everything he needs at home.”

Though she was young in years, Tender knew that the fastest way to a man’s heart wasn’t through his stomach. It was keeping him satisfied in the bedroom. Fulfill his wildest fantasy and you got him. Every man wants his woman to be a lady in public and a slut behind closed doors. That was an undeniable fact. When one woman won’t, one will. And if you’re the I-Don’t-Do-That-Type, then you would lose your man every time. An unhappy man will stray in a heartbeat.

It took every inch of self-restraint for Q to hide his excitement. From the sounds of things it’s about to be on, he figured.

“Da reason I asked you dat iz …” He whispered as if he were confiding a secret with her. “… ’cause since I met you, I been havin’ these dreams, fantasies ’bout you—”

Tender raised her brow, “What kinda dreams? You some kinda freak? You don’t want me ta pee on you or nuttin’? Right? ’Cause, whoa … Lemme find out—”

“Naw, listen, dis iz serious bizness,” he suggested. “Can I finish? Damn! … Anyway, like I wuz sayin’, I been havin’ these fantasies ’bout me, you and … you know a ménage à trois … a threesome … You ever did dat before? I ain’t tryin’ ta say ya … Or nuttin’ like dat. I’m jus askin’, Na’mean? Neva hurt ta ask.”

“No,” she admitted. “Neva done dat. Hasn’t even crossed my mind …”

“No? …” he repeated. Her answer left him somewhat stuck. Though Tender had never given him the impression that she was Ms. Innocent, he could tell that she was kind of trying to angle toward being his girl. But this could never be. He already ruled that out. Q could be extremely jealous at times. He didn’t like sharing his women with no other man. But on the other hand, he thought variety was the spice of life. And when a stripper stripped, they bared their bodies to other men. He couldn’t live with that fact. Just to think another man touched or lusted off his woman drove him crazy. Though he acted as if he totally accepted Tender for who she was and what she did, he secretly held it against her. The fact that Tender was not or could not ever be his main squeeze let him accept what she did for a living. He could have his cake and eat it too—freaky sex.

“Lemme get dis right. You want me, and someone else, ta freak wit you? Male or female?” she probed.

“Female, of course,” Q quickly responded. “I don’t wanna be accidentally touchin’ dicks wit nobody … Na’mean?”