This was crazy. I didn't know this guy. But the thought of giving a guy head ruled the moment, and I opened the door and let him in. His hands were in...the front pocket of his hoodie, and he wore blue work pants and big black shoes. He was about 6'2", a little taller than me, and about my age. He seemed quiet and nervous, like me. We talked a little, asking each other if we did this much, are you sure you're safe, and that sort of thing. Then he said, "Well buddy, it is getting late. Its either. "RESPECT, YOU MOTHA' FUCKER!" she yelled back. I was stunned. "You fuckin' little shit. You think you can cheat me outta m' money?" "What do you want?" I asked her defeated. I knew she could ruin me. "Ten thousand dollar. All cash." "!0000! I don't have that kinda money." "Borrow it, steal it. I don't care. Get it to me by tonight."I was lying. I make over $200,000 a year. 10,000 was nothing but I knew that Tasheka'd never stop. However, I didn't have an option. I had a wife, a house and a. "It was ironic when the guests at the cookout started to mingle, allthe girls ended up talking with Mellie Mel about the wedding. Evenwith Maryanne being just another passenger in the wedding plans, shegravitated towards them. It made sense, for she was sitting shotgunand the driver would want to ask her questions about the best way toget to their intended destination of a great wedding day.With the ladies not in earshot, Jessie and the rest of them wanted toknow why Steve would quickly agree. It was already quite dark, so there was little chance of Marlene or me being noticed, though Judy would stand out in her white T-shirt. Okay, next time I would let Judy get out of Black Beauty before I parked. Live and learn. We only had to walk one block to meet our first pusher. He approached Judy before she had a chance to go into her routine.He offered to sell her some crack cocain, but she asked for Vicodin. An argument ensued, and, in the process, the pusher reached for Judy's breast. Was.