Free An Urban Drama by Roy Glenn

a position to give you a much better price than what you’re paying now.”
    “Then in that case, I’d be doin’ business with you. They’ll come around, make some noise, but my set is deep enough to make them think twice about takin’ it any further.”
    So, now we had a place to sell and it all began from there. The way Kenyatta ran her program was tight: no hand-to-hand exchanges and little or no conversation. You say what you want, drop your money on the ground and go up the steps. On the ground at the top of the steps, you’d find what you paid for.
    Kenyatta immediately bought into the concept of making money on volume. She didn’t put a lot of cut on it.   Once the word got around that they were rolling with quantity and very high quality, I couldn’t get the product to them fast enough. That would become my foundation, and I would build up from there. It wasn’t long before I was back in Jacksonville .
    I made it a point to stay in Florence on the trip down. I called that trooper and went out with him. Not that I was feeling him all that much, but I was going to be driving though there on a regular basis. Any information I could get from him would be useful.
    In less than a year, we were able to move four kilos a month. In that time, we had put together a team of nine players, male and female, who were buying weight on a regular basis. As a recruiter, Teena had found her special place in the world, hanging around with people—mostly men, mostly with money—feeling them out, seeing where their heads were at, and taking the ones that fit into our program. “Same shit I’ve been doing for years,” Teena boasted. “Sizing men up is what I do.”
    On one of my trips to Jacksonville , I was with Leon , having one of our usual conversations, when the subject turned to sex. “To be honest with you, Leon , I haven’t been with anybody since Lorenzo.”
    “Why? If you were with Lo, I know you like sex.”
    I looked at Leon , unsure how I felt about him knowing that about me. “Yes, I do like sex, but I love Lorenzo.”
    “Lo is never getting out.”
    “I know that. And I know he told me to move on with my life.”
    “So, what’s up?”
    “What do you mean, what’s up?”
    “I mean, are you planning on being celibate for the rest of your life, or are you gonna let somebody play with that vicious campaign you call a body?” Leon asked and showed me that look he had reserved for the tittie twins. “You’re a young, beautiful woman. You have your whole life ahead of you. You shouldn’t deny yourself that pleasure, especially if you enjoy it.”   I thought that Leon was about to try and talk up on some, but he got up and said good night. I watched Leon walk out of my bedroom and wondered if I would have said no.
    When I got back from Jacksonville , Teena introduced me to a guy who went by the name of Smoke. She had been sizing him up for a little over a month because of the weight he was talking about. Smoke came through the door talking a kilo a week. That doubled my business right away.
    Smoke became my best customer, but he was one freaky dude. One night, I was hanging out with Smoke and this white chick I knew named Gina. She was mad cool. Not mad cool for a white girl. Gina was just mad cool. Anyway, Smoke started telling us about all the freaky shit he’s done and would like to do. Then he tells us that he always wanted to have sex with two white women at same time—two blondes to be exact. “So what about it, Gina?” Smoke asked.
    “What about what, Smoke?” Gina asked.
    “What about you callin’ up one of your freaky, blonde girlfriends and y’all two come over to my place, and let’s do the damn thing.”
    “Oh, please. I wouldn’t open my legs for you if you were the last swinging dick on the planet and I had to fuck you to stay alive.”
    So, you could imagine my surprise when three months later, Smoke told me that him and Gina were getting married.
    Which brings me to