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    G had just closed the safe and replaced the mirrored tile when I exhaled. He was probably checking the room looking for some business papers or something he’d misplaced, I told myself. That’s all. I was damn grateful that it hadn’t been me who had gotten his radar up. But then he moved over to me again and I felt him staring down at me with I don’t know what in his eyes.
    “Juicy,” he growled.
    I didn’t answer. I was playing possum, remember?
    “Wake your ass up, girl.”
    I rolled over and stretched, then pretended to snuggle into the pillows and go back to sleep. G pulled the comforter clean off of me and I could feel the whole left side of my body exposed to him.
    “Get up, Juicy.”
    Something in his voice prompted me to move. I opened my eyes and tried to play innocent. “Huh? What’s wrong, G? What’s going on?”
    “What did I tell you to do last night?”
    I gave him a confused look. “You told me to go tell Dicey not to come back to work until she stopped bleeding.”
    “What was you supposed to do when you left there?”
    I snapped my fingers and sat up. I pushed my hair away from my face and yawned. “Damn, baby. I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to call you when I got in, but Dicey was so sick that I ended up cleaning her house and cooking for her, too. I was so tired when I got back that I took off my clothes and fell straight to sleep.”
    “Is that right?” His eyes said he doubted me.
    “Yes. I’m sorry, G. Next time I’ll remember.”
    “Where your drawers at, Juicy?”
    I stared at him. “In the bathroom. In the dirty clothes. Why?”
    He didn’t answer. “Open your legs,” he commanded.
    I was scared, but I didn’t know what for.
    “W-w-why you want me to—”
    His hand was around my throat before I even saw him move.
    “You questioning me, Juicy?”
    It was all I could do to squeak out the word no. When he let me go I spread my legs and brought my heels up.
    G kneeled on the bed between my thighs. Then he did something that really fucked me up. He lowered his face down between my legs just like he was gonna lick my pussy, but instead, he spread my lips apart and I heard him sniff deeply as he took a good long whiff of my stuff.
    I just knew I smelled like sex. I’d stroked and poked myself to multiple orgasms and had fallen asleep without washing. But, I reasoned, I could only smell like me. I mean it’s not like I had no real dick inside of me. Nothing to mix with my stuff and make me smell like a night’s worth of real fucking.
    G got up and I couldn’t read his face. “Go get them panties you had on last night.”
    I jumped from the bed and scurried into the bathroom and came back holding my champagne lace thong in my hand. G took the thong and looked all in it, then did the same thing he’d done to my crotch. He sniffed those panties like he was a bloodhound, and I prayed that he didn’t smell anything that even almost made him think I’d been with a man.
    I was standing there with one arm in my robe and one arm still hanging out. G handed me back my panties and started loosening his belt and unbuttoning his shirt like he was ready to hit the bed. I had just turned to walk into the bathroom to put the panties back in the hamper when he hit me from behind.
    Heat cut into my upper back, snaking across my right shoulder and burning up my naked titty.
A whishing noise broke the air and I whirled around to see G’s thick leather belt coming at me like a mad black snake.
Crack!
I was so shocked pee came straight out of me.
    “Wh-h-ha—” I pressed my legs together but before I could get my words out G pulled his arm way back to alabama and let his belt fly again. This blow licked across my hip and curled around my upper thigh.
Another one cut into my stomach and ended up sizzling between my breasts. It felt like somebody had thrown lye on me, and thick purple welts started popping up everywhere I’d been struck.
    “G!” I