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someone might steal it.” She finished her last chicken wing and licked hot wing sauce from her fingertips before picking up her napkin.
    “She’s probably right. What kind of dog do you want?” Keith asked her.
    “A pit bull.”
    “Damn, girl! Yeah, your mom’s right. You wouldn’t be able to hold on to a pit for long. Not in your neighborhood.”
    “Oh, don’t trip,” Korea said, with more confidence than defense in her voice. “I won’t be in the 69 Village forever. I graduate at seventeen, and then I’m out. You can place a wager on it. Just because I was born in the ghetto doesn’t mean the ghetto lives in me.”
    Keith liked her more and more. “Don’t eat too much,” he said. “I made dinner reservations.”
    “Okay,” Korea said, turning her attention again to the stage to watch the conclusion of the show.
    “The show was funny, don’t you think?” Keith asked, helping her with her coat.
    “Yeah, it was fly,” she said coolly. Keith reached for Korea’s hand as they left the comedy club. “Oh, that’s real sweet,” she said into the night air, not looking at him. “I’m not trying to clown or anything, but I’m not into public displays of affection.”
    “Oh. No problem,” he said, a little embarrassed.
    “So, where are we going for dinner?”
    “The Equinox.”
    “Is it like Sizzler? I like Sizzler. My mom took me there last year, after we won the championship game.”
    Keith chuckled, and relaxed back into his manhood. “No, baby girl, it’s nothing like Sizzler. But you’ll like it.”
    “Just as long as the food is good; I’m starving.”
    “You have a healthy appetite.”
    “I have to. I’m a star athlete,” Korea said, doing a little dance and tossing an imaginary ball into the chilly night.
    If dinner went as well as Keith expected, he would be getting a room, so Korea could show him how athletic she really was. So he had made reservations at a rotating restaurant that sat atop a nice hotel.
    Keith’s chest was puffed out as he walked the young woman into the hotel lobby.
    They stepped into a glass elevator and shot at a speed of 500 feet per minute to the top floor, where the Equinox restaurant spun 360 degrees, unveiling one of the finest views of San Francisco and the surrounding Bay Area. It was breathtaking.
    Korea devoured a tiny, juicy cut of filet mignon, sautéed vegetables, and a slice of cake, and listened to Keith lay down his pedigree for forty-five minutes. He was talking about how some guy had taken his money to put him on the list to get in the longshoreman union, and disappeared with it. “But I got in anyway. There is nothing tastier than a bite of revenge,” he was saying when he realized Korea wasn’t listening to him. She was kind of staring at his mouth. “Would you like some wine?”
    “I don’t need any wine. And you don’t need to keep talking and spending all your money. Though, your lips do look good when they move. Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if you can have it.”
    “Oh?” Keith stammered, suddenly feeling like he had lost the upper hand again.
    “What’s wrong?” Korea asked, relishing in his obvious discomfort.
    “Nothing, I.…”
    “Umm-hmm. Pussy got your tongue.” Korea lifted her foot under the table and pushed her foot into his crotch. “You didn’t pick this fancy spot because it spins. That’s a hotel downstairs, right?”
    “Right.”
    “So, did you get us a room?”
    Keith waved his hand in the air to call for the check. “Is it cool for you to stay out?”
    “Have me back by five in the morning. My mom gets up for work at six.”
    K EITH WASN’T A SPECTACULAR LOVER , but his dick was small enough and his stroke was gentle enough to make giving up her virginity painless.
    He snored softly in the aftermath. She stood in the hotel room window, looking down a million miles, to the San Francisco streets beneath her. Her hand slipped naturally down to her pussy.
    “How are you doing?” she