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We pulled back up to the house and carried everything into the house.
"I forgot to get a fire stick for this tv too." I explained plugging the LG 35 inch up.
"I can go pick one up for you... my..ugh... friend is coming to get me." Ava said nervously.
"ok." I said popping my neck at her.
She was acting weird.
I laid Zeek in his new small blue crib , then started setting up my smart tv in the menu options.
Ava was fixing her hair and makeup in the mirror.
"So, where are you and this friend going ?" I asked suspiciously.
"Just to hang out." She said dull.
My door bell rang.
I shot up to go look out the peep hole.
Hundo.
"He won't get the clue at all. I told him I didn't want him back over here. I was only kicking it with him one time."
I rushed back to my room where Ava was.
"Girl, You don't feel bad that you fucked him. You know that shit was good as fuck ! You better make him Zeek's step daddy girl , he already bought him a crib."
Ava said grabbing her Louis Vuitton purse.
"I do feel bad . I was drunk and I already told myself I wasn't going to have sex with him and I did anyways." I said sadly.
"No, WE did, not just you.And I honesty I don't regret it. It was fun. It was the most borning threesome I ever had , but it would of been the best if you fucked me back." She joked.
My door rang again.
I ignored it.
"That wasn't your first threesome ?" I asked confused.
Ava flipped her hair at me, "Girl please. I had plenty."
Then it hit me when she said that, "Wait.Ava.are you bi-sexual?"
Ava walked out my room with a smirk, "My ride outside." She said changing the subject.
I noticed when she opened the door, Hundo wasn't standing right there anymore.
I looked out the window to see Hundo walking half way down the block.
Ava was jumping in that same Red convertible I seen her in last time.
I didn't understand why she was hiding her "Friend".

My phone started ringing.
Hundo.
I blocked his number for a second time.
My phone rang again, and it was that number again.
The number from the Ohio correctional center.

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