Reese slammed her glass down and stood up. “I can’t even sit here with you disrespectful muthafuckas.” Reese headed for the front door, but on a parting note she told them, “If you no-class li’l niggaz knew how to treat a bitch, you might be able to get some pussy without paying for it.” She slammed the door in her wake and left the two boys stuck on stupid.

No sooner than Reese stepped out of the building, she saw Rhonda coming up the block. Unlike Reese, who had chosen to go conservative, Rhonda was dressed for the muggy weather. Her white tennis skirt was hiked up on her ass, threatening to show cheek, but never raising quite high enough. On her face she wore a smirk, letting Reese know she came bearing new gossip.

“What happened now?” Reese asked as Rhonda approached.

“Yo, you missed it. Me and Verna whipped these two bitches out on Forty-second!” Rhonda exclaimed.

“You and Verna? How the hell did y’all end up as tag team partners?”

Rhonda went on to recount the story to Reese, making sure she exaggerated her role in the scuffle. Reese listened intently, feeling her heart begin to speed up as if she had been one of the combatants.

“She beat the bitch with a can of Similac?” Reese asked disbelievingly.

“On my kids!” Rhonda declared. “I thought she was gonna kill the bitch.”

“Verna stay gettin’ it popping. That’s why her ass is all chopped up now.”

“Reese, you should’ve been there. After we stomped them bitches out, we gave it to that bird-ass nigga she fuck with from Forty-fifth.”

“Your ass is too grown to be out there scrapping. The whole block probably seen your black ass,” Reese teased her, tugging at the bottom of Rhonda’s skirt.

“Bitch, it ain’t even get that hectic. You know your girl is a knockout artist.” Rhonda threw two phantom punches. “Now, what’s this business with Don B.?”

“Damn, you’re nosy.”

“Don’t even act like that, bitch. You know you wanna tell it. So inquiring minds wanna know, how big is Don B.’s dick?”

Reese blushed. “Rhonda, you ain’t got no couth.”

“Fuck that, I wanna know.”

Reese paused for a minute, building the moment. “He was hung like a horse!” The two girls exchanged dap and hugs, while Reese recounted the adventure. She excluded the parts about her letting Don B.’s squad hit it and her neglect to use a condom, but built up she and Don B.’s escapade. Rhonda hung on every word, so as to be able to repeat it verbatim when she put it out in the hood.

“My bitch done finally came up,” Rhonda said proudly. “So how much did he hit you with when it was over?”