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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

She looked around the room, trying to get some idea of where she was, but the fact that the room kept spinning made it difficult. Rhonda could make out a small wall-mounted television hanging over a doorway, and a cheap picture hung over the rickety dresser. She had figured out that she was in a motel, but didn’t know which one. Her hand brushed a lump in the sheets beside her, causing her to jump almost completely out of the bed. Slowly peeling the covers back, she exposed the sleeping form of Slick. Suddenly it was all coming back to her.

After being snubbed by True at the club, Rhonda was beyond uptight. She immediately hit the bar and started throwing back shots. Sometime during the course of the night, Slick had ended up picking up the tab and making sure Rhonda had all the liquor she could stand.

Afterward, they dropped Rel off and the rest was somewhat hazy. From the looks of things, she had fucked Slick. Curiously, she pulled the covers farther off his body and was astonished to see how big his dick was. It was no wonder she was so sore.

Glancing over at the other bed, she made out two forms. One was that of Groovy, who was unconscious with his mouth open, and the other was that of Reese. Rhonda wondered if she had fucked Groovy, but being that she was still fully dressed, she doubted it. “Square-ass bitch,” Rhonda mumbled, sliding out of the bed.

Like a cat burglar, she crept around the room, gathering her clothes. Noticing Slick’s crumpled pants on the floor at the foot of the bed, Rhonda’s scheming-ass brain began working. Careful not to wake Slick, she dipped her had into his pocket. He had about eleven hundred dollars, but Rhonda only took two. If he had been half as hammered as she had, he’d probably think he spent it tricking off. After jumping into her clothes, she began the task of trying to wake Reese.

“Reese,” she whispered, shaking her sleeping friend. “Reese, get up.” When Reese still didn’t move, Rhonda shook her harder. “Reese!”

“Huh?” Reese popped up, sleepily. “What time is it?”

“Time to get your shit so we can roll,” Rhonda said, snatching her shoes off the floor.