Flip Side of the Game by Tu-Shonda L. Whitaker

yo’ ass would break!
    â€œNow, I may be a doctor, but I can be just as ghetto as you are, so don’t be fooled. And believe this when I tell you, the next time you try and play me, you can kiss me, my friendship, and the tolerance I have for your ass good-bye!”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    â€œExcuse you? Well, maybe this time, but the next time you try and play me for stupid by talking to some other man while I’m here, I won’t be returning. You understand?”
    â€œYes,” I responded out of shock and surprise. Had I just been read? And if my genital area wasn’t soaked and wet from the ambiance of being told what to do, my feelings would’ve been hurt. But shit, I had to hit this nigga off right then and right there, ’cause he had my coochie all the way live!
    I didn’t say a word. I just stood in front of him and slowly slid the straps of my black silk nightie off my shoulders, revealing the beauty of my 38Cs, and then I straddled across his lap, making him lay back and allowing him to feel as if he had been hand delivered to the moon.
    â€œYou know, baby,” Taj said after I finished wearing his ass out, “making love to you is sweet as hell, but I’m out. I’ll call you in a few days.”
    â€œWhat?” That was usually my line. What the hell was he talking about? “What did you say?”
    â€œI said I’ll call you in a few days.”
    â€œAnd why is that?”
    â€œExcuse me? Didn’t you just tell me not that long ago that I shouldn’t hate the player?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œWell, then I’m taking your advice.”
    â€œBut.”
    â€œNo buts, baby. Plus, you just tried some ole ghetto slick shit, and I didn’t appreciate it.”
    â€œWell.”
    â€œNo wells.”
    Oh, this mu’fucka was ’bout to piss me the fuck off! How the hell was he tryin’ to act like I didn’t just get finished knockin’ his ass down? And now that he done conveniently came all over the place and got my coochie filled with so much cum that my ovaries were probably drowning, he thought that he could look me in my face and say that he’d call me in a few days? Oh, I don’t think so, ’cause Vera don’t roll like that!
    â€œLook, Taj,” I said, letting him know that I was pissed the hell off.
    â€œLook Taj what?”
    â€œStop cutting me off, goddamnit!” He shot my ass a look. “Didn’t I just say that I was sorry?”
    â€œYou said you were sorry? Vera, please, who you think you talking to? This is Taj, baby.”
    â€œI know who you are.”
    â€œWell, then you should know that you didn’t apologize to me.”
    â€œWhat do you think all of what just happened between us was?”
    â€œSex.”
    â€œSex?”
    â€œSex. Sweet-ass, soaking wet, bustin’-a-nut sex. That’s it. But I’m with you, baby. You’re a freak to the core, and if you played the other part of your game correctly, the part where I like to be treated nice and more like your man, then we would be straight. However, if for one minute you think that you can talk to another brotha in my presence and all you have to do is hit me off, then you really don’t know who you’re messing with.”
    Oh, no his ass didn’t. I’m mistaken, right? This fool done stole all my lines. What the hell was this?
    Before I finished my thought, Taj reached over me, grabbed his clothes, got dressed, and walked out of the room.
    â€œWhen should I expect to hear from you again?” I heard my dumb-ass yelling.
    â€œWe’ll talk,” he yelled back.
    â€œWe’ll talk?”
    â€œYeah, baby. My hair appointment for you to twist my dreads is Thursday.”
    â€œHair appointment? Thursday? It’s Sunday!”
    â€œVery good, baby.” And the nigga left.
    Fuck him, though. Vera got this.
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    It had been three days, and I