..call AJ.At 10:10, Lana picked up her phone and nervously dialed AJ's number. Her hands were shaking so much she was afraid she'd drop the receiver.T...e phone rang once, twice, three times.Oh god, why doesn't he just pick up Lana thought to herself. This was completely humiliating. After the tenth ring, I'm hanging up she told herself firmly. On the seventh ring, AJ picked up. "Hello?"His gruff, masculine voice made Lana's knees go weak. Hearing that voice made her heart throb. Her pussy was. "You the boss of these clowns?" Yes I am. And you are in deep trouble." The man looked up at the much larger Harley Duran in disdain.Harley cuffed him up alongside the head and he fell to the floor. "Naw, you got it all wrong. You're the one in deep trouble. I haven't decided whether to have my friends kill you outright, do it myself or just arrest you for loitering and make you scrub the floors of the police station for thirty days."The smaller man jumped back up, whirled and kicked high at. Well, it’s not like I have a boyfriend or something. Boys ask me out, but I don’t feel old enough or ready to date yet, even though I’m 18. I guess I’m shy too, just like my dad. I want a boyfriend, but I’m too shy and nervous about it. Besides, my friends who have boyfriends are always fighting with them about stupid stuff too. My friend Barbra went off to college in New York City, so I don’t even have a close friend now. My mom works two jobs and only gets home after 11 PM most nights. I. T gave my butt a little squeeze, making me jump. Yeah, you go 6 months without even a whif o pussy, they all start to look good, but you.. you really are hot. A small mewling escaped my lips. Kris chuckled. Whatsamatter, girl? Dont like a compliment from a nigga? You a racist or somethin? No, no! I blurted out, shaking my head furiously. Oh, so you not a racist? Then, you musta fucked a few niggas along the way, cuz I know they been wantin to tap that ass. You got some FINE ass, girl. He.