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going to find me a Mexican girl to have sex with.”
    She laughed. “Go for it, but make sure you can take care of it.”
    â€œDone deal,” the driver said.
    The cab driver drove about twenty minutes. He pulled up to a large house in a subdivision, not secluded and gated like the Houston Estate. A wide porch accentuated the front of the house. The only light Aniyah saw lit in the house was in one room on the second floor.
    â€œBoyfriend got a little cash, I see,” the driver teased.
    â€œShut up and take this money.” Aniyah paid the driver ten dollars; the amount shown on the meter.
    â€œDo you need a pickup or you and your boyfriend plan to handle things all night long?”
    â€œI’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t work out, who knows, I might call on you,” Aniyah teased.
    â€œI’ll be the best baby daddy.” He grinned, hoping things didn’t work out for her.
    Aniyah got out and slammed the door. She stepped onto the porch. A few chairs lined the porch. She rang the doorbell.
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    Baron, about to step into the shower, stepped back at the sound of the bell. Leaving the shower water running, he grabbed a royal blue bathrobe and tied it around his waist.
    As Baron made his way downstairs, he wondered if his receptionist was at the door with some important documents to sign that he may have overlooked at the office. He flicked two switches and the inside foyer and outside lights came on.
    Aniyah stood in bright lights, as if the sun was rising instead of setting.
    Baron opened the door. The screened door separated them. Startled, he asked, “What are you doing here? How did you find out where I lived?”
    â€œThanks to the telephone book.” She laughed.
    He looked past her. He saw no parked car. “How did you get here?”
    â€œUnfortunately, I’m not like my sisters. I don’t have free limousine services. I took a cab.”
    â€œNo you didn’t,” he said, looking out the door to see if any neighbors had noticed the goings-on at his house. “Where’s the cab, Aniyah? Get back in it and go home. Be ready for tomorrow.”
    â€œCab is gone. No way to get home.” She smiled. “Let me in.” She pulled on the doorknob.
    â€œWhat’s the number? I’ll call you another one?”
    â€œHell no! Let me in, or would you rather I scream rape?”
    He unlocked the door reluctantly. He could see that she was ready to give her lungs some exercise.
    â€œThank you,” she said as she entered the house. “Wow! Beautiful!”
    Aniyah loved the daintiness of his home. Everything looked like the background on a soap opera.
    â€œGirl, what do you want?”
    â€œTonight, I want you.” She moved closer to him.
    Baron backed away. He remembered the shower was still running.
    â€œStay right here.” He ran up the stairs.
    Everything is happening right on time. She kicked off her shoes and rushed up the stairs, following his lead through the master bedroom to the master bath.
    Baron leaned over and turned the water off. He turned around and came face to face with her. He jumped. “Aniyah. Girl, you’re adding difficulty to my life.”
    â€œI’m bringing spice to your life,” she said as she shook her body.
    He went to walk around her but she blocked his way. She slipped off her skirt to let it fall. Baron was faced with the natural tan of her body. Moving fast, she pulled the tie of his bathrobe. It flung open.
    â€œI love coffee,” she said as she stroked his chest.
    He flung his head back as he tried to come up with an excuse as to why it was okay for him to have another sexual encounter with her. The rum from the other night was no longer an excuse he could get by with.
    Too weakened by her touch, he grabbed the back of her hair and brought her closer to him to feel her heartbeat. He kissed her and his lips traveled her body. Aniyah moaned.