Chapter 89
or some strange reason, Too Low didn’t call me that night. In the back of my mind, I was only slightly concerned, knowing that him not calling usually just meant that the
prison was on lockdown. Which occurred sporadically.
Frankly, guilt was kicking my ass, as I had to accept what I was doing. Incarcerated or not, I was cheating on my man. And this kind of thing didn’t happen between me and Too Low.
People around us often thought that we were weird. While most d-boys were womanizers, Too Low had never cheated to my knowledge. He preferred hanging with me, versus his boys. We did everything together.
So, staying committed was a no-brainer. I didn’t have to channel that get-back energy, because my man was in jail. There hadn’t been a reason to do so. And that’s why I didn’t understand my own actions, right then.
Was I that hard up for some dick that I’d let my sixteen-year relationship go up in flames? Furthermore, how did I resist temptation
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