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I grin, lockin’ my arms up under her hips. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ma keep fuckin’ you for as long as you want,” I whisper, rockin’ her box for one straight hour ’til she breaks down and cries.

The rest of the day, we lounge ’round her spot naked, fuckin’ whenever the mood hits, and watchin’ flicks in between. ’Round four o’clock, we head downtown to do some last-minute shoppin’. Cherry laces me wit’ a few pairs of DSquared2 V-neck tees, two pair of Gucci jeans, and a slick pair of Versace shades to go along wit’ the rest of the shit she’s already hit me wit’ durin’ my stay here. I can’t front, she spoils the fuck outta me. Hell, as crafty as I am, I know I probably should dismiss the rest of the hoes on my team and give her the lead spot. And who knows, maybe one day I will. But for now, I like shit the way it is between us. However, I’m thinkin’ I might wanna start comin’ out here e’ery other month or so to keep my pockets lined more frequently, feel me? But if I start doin’ that, is she gonna try to turn this thing into some kinda relationship ’n shit? I already know you can’t give a broad too much of you wit’out her catchin’ feelin’s and whatnot, then wantin’ more from a muhfucka. Let me not think too much ’bout it—at least while I’m still here—’cause if I do, I’ma start actin’ funny toward her. Don’t ask me why. That’s just how I do.

When we finish our shoppin’ spree, we decide to stop by this Japanese spot, Octopus, downtown over on Seventh Street ’cross from the Macy’s to eat before it’s time for her to drop me off at the airport. She orders a large hot saki, miso soup, two crunch rolls, and two tiger rolls. I try to keep from frownin’ at the thought of eatin’ salmon and freshwater eel rolled together. And I’m thinkin’: This bitch won’t be kissin’ me unless she scrubs down her tongue, then gargles. I order a seaweed salad and the garlic seared tuna sashimi.

Over our meal, she tells me how much she enjoyed my stay here and how she wishes I didn’t have to go. I smile and tell her likewise, then tell her how much I appreciate her lookin’ out for me. Then she tells me she doesn’t want more than three months to go by before she sees me again. And when I come out, she wants me to stay another two weeks. I swallow the last bit of my rice, not sayin’ shit. But between you and me, two weeks wit’out blazin’ is a bit much for me. I’ma haveta find me a connect out here for these extended stays to work. She pulls out her BlackBerry.

“What are you doing the week of February tenth? I would like to spend Valentine’s Day with you.” Valentine’s Day? What the fuck?! Here she goes tryna turn sumthin’ into nuthin’. I don’t celebrate that shit. I give her a look. She catches it. “Not as lovers, silly. I know what we are to each other. But I do consider you a very special man in my life. You’re more than a friend with benefits to me. I care about you, Alex. And before you start trippin’, don’t take what I say outta context. I’m very clear on what our arrangement is.”

I smile. “Oh, you know I was ’bout to go there. I don’t want you catchin’ feelin’s for me, then wantin’ more than what I’ma give you.”

“Only a fool would think such, sweetie. Believe it or not, I know you better than you think. And I know you are not capable of loving anyone more than you love yourself. And I’m okay with that. So trust, I’m not interested in investing my heart into an emotionally unavailable man. Yes, I care about you. And I enjoy your company. But that’s it. You’re good for two things, baby: a good time, and a good fuck. And that’s why I keep you around.”

I choke on my drink, laughin’. “Oh shit, you funny as hell. That’s some shit I’d say.”

“I know. And I put that out there just in case you thought it.”

Yeah, aiight. I heard this before, I think as I decide to ask her more ’bout this baby proposition she hit me wit’ earlier. She sounds like she has shit in perspective, but what happens after she gets pregnant—if she can even get pregnant? I’m not sure if I’m really entertainin’ the idea or not, but it does have me curious. I wanna know if I agree to it and don’t want any ties to the child, what guaranatees do I have that she won’t try to drag me into court in the future? Or what if I wanna be involved in my child’s life, then what?

“I won’t put your name on the birth certificate. And I’ll have legal papers drawn up to absolve you of any financial obligations. And if you wanted to stop seeing me, I’d understand since it may be an uncomfortable position for you.”

Would I wanna stay in her life? My child’s life? Yeah, we have a great time together. Yeah, the sex is great. Yeah, she’s attractive and smart and financially well-off. Yeah, she seems emotionally stable. But, is she the kinda woman I’d want to be the mother of my child? Is she the kinda woman I’d want to be tied to for the rest of my child’s life? I honestly don’t know.