Free The California Saga by Chunichi Page A

my rising dick as I watched the silhouette of Jewel’s ass bounce beneath her satin robe.

Chapter 5
    â€œOne Love Out and Another One In”
    Jewel
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    A week or so had gone and, for the most part, my life as I knew was pretty quiet. That silence was interrupted by a familiar ringtone. “It’s your baby. Pick up. It’s your baby. Pick up,” the voice from my cell constantly repeated.
    I sat up in the bed and rubbed my eyes as I tried to figure out where my phone was. I finally found it on the dressing table and quickly flipped it open. “Hello?” I said through a cracked voice.
    â€œHi, Jewel,” Sasha said faintly.
    â€œWhat’s up, Sasha? How are you doing?”
    â€œNot too good. I miss you, Jewel. I’m leaving today, and there was no way I could leave without seeing you.”
    â€œDamn.”
    Reality had finally set in. It wasn’t until that point that I realized how much Sasha really meant to me. True, she irritated me at times with her constant nagging and the poor decisions she made, but she was still my boobie and I loved her.
    â€œSo that’s all you have to say?” Sasha asked.
    â€œNo. Actually, I don’t know what to say. This is all of a sudden.”
    â€œWell, I already did a quick sale on my house, sold my car to a used-car dealer, turned off all my utilities, and broke up with Rick.”
    â€œWell, at least one good thing came out of all this,” I said, referring to her breakup. “So what’s next? You just gonna live in Georgia now?”
    â€œI’m gonna stay with my mom, and dance in Atlanta. Hopefully, I’ll get my money right and be able to get back on my feet.”
    I tried to give some encouraging words. “Sounds like a plan. Sometimes you just gotta start over, in a fresh environment, you know what I mean?”
    â€œYeah, I feel ya. So what do I have to do to get me a baller when I hit the A?”
    â€œOh, now you want advice from the gold-digging whore,” I said in a joking tone.
    â€œJewel! You know you’re not a whore. I’m sorry for anything I may have said the last time when we spoke. I was angry and jealous about the whole situation.”
    â€œApology accepted,” I said, with no hesitation.
    â€œI swear, that’s why I love you so much. You have the biggest heart in the world! Muah !” Sasha kissed the phone.
    â€œKisses back at you, Boobie.”
    â€œOkay, now to business. Tell me how to get my rich man!” For once Sasha seemed really interested in my advice.
    â€œAll right, listen carefully. Matter of fact, you might need to jot this down.” I laughed then continued. “First, you have to look, act, and talk like a top-notch chick. Your persona can’t say stripper, groupie, or gold digger. Show that you are pretty and intelligent, not some dumb chick. You should familiarize yourself with upscale places in the area.
    â€œNext, you have to know your target. You have to be able to identify real money, know the difference between dope boy money versus athlete, entertainment, and distinguished money. Don’t be fooled by exotic car rentals, fake jewelry, and fake clothes. Men with genuine money are reserved and on the low. They have nothing to prove, and therefore they’re not flamboyant, and never seeking attention.
    â€œOnce you’ve identified your man, you have to get his attention. Do this by sending him and his boys a drink. On your first date, pull out your wallet and prepare to pay. Although he will stop you, he will find it very impressive. If things go farther, when you’re out shopping, bring him back something significant, like his favorite cologne. When you’re spending the night at his house, tidy up a little, and more importantly, get up and go to work in the morning.
    â€œNow this is the part where most women fuck up, so pay close attention. Play your position. I repeat—play your position.