Two Can Play That Game Page #2

leave anything to chance.

Me? I don't have a problem with my man.

He behaves very well.

Hey, baby.

Damn!

Don't be alarmed.

Keith's my man. Oh!

This ain't none of your business.

I'll be back.

Nothing like love

in the afternoon.

You may be surprised I just did

a little freaky drive-by.

But let me explain something.

Keith is my man

and has been for a while.

It was a typical night out for us.

We were looking good and acting bad.

There were lots of

good-looking men.

Then he looked at me.

And for a second,

everyone in the place disappeared.

He was fine.

But there was something else.

That something that makes

your head light.

Excuse me.

Yes.

I'm gonna ask you

some questions.

Ooh. Questions?

Yeah, questions. All right.

If I'm right, all answers

to these questions will be yes.

You think so?

I think so.

Well, let's see.

Do you like chocolate?

Yes.

Yes.

Do you think I find you attractive?

Yeah.

If I were to kiss you right now,

would you slap me?

Yes.

Don't you find me attractive?

Yes.

You look all right.

I'm all right?

Would you like to dance?

Yes.

Excuse me.

So you see? Keith is special.

You don't do that for everybody.

Just your man.

If you forget everything,

remember this:

Men want a woman in public

and a freak in private.

If you disagree with that,

then you don't know.

You better ask somebody.

Dog.

Keith!

What? What?

What are you doing in here?

Open up the window,

stuff flew all over my desk.

You opened the window?

Hey. You hit it, didn't you?

Oh, you's a dog!

I ain't say I hit it.

I don't think I said that.

You got the look in your eyes.

Yeah, but I will say this.

Mm-hm.

There's nothing you can ever say to

make me leave that woman of mine.

She do got a fat ass.

Did you smack it?

Conny Spalding.

Vice president of marketing

and a bona fide ho. Hey, Conny!

Hey, how you been?

Fine. Where you headed?

To see your man. Is he there?

He's there.

Let me go holler at that Negro.

Okay. Bye, sweetie.

B*tch.

Every girl's got a bit of ho in them,

but Conny's different.

She's a do-whatever-it-takes-

to-get-your-man

kind of ho.

I don't know how she got that job.

But after she got hired, her boss

got a divorce. You make the call.

I'm here to see Keith.

Why am I not afraid of her

hanging around him?

I trust him.

I'll see him for dinner. He knows

what he's got. That's my man.

Oh, did I mention

how accomplished he is?

Gotta love that man.

Ooh.

Time to see Tracye. It's spring.

She'll be fighting with her man.

Who are you messing with?

I won't get mad or yell.

Just tell me who you're messing with.

Because I know you

messing with somebody.

So who's the b*tch

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