Forbidden Woman Page #3

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while you're down there,

I'm available.

Hey...

I love you.

It was nice meeting

everyone.

And I'm watching you.

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That...

...is one gorgeous woman.

You know, I can't believe he didn't

mention my name not once.

Don't I do a lot around here?

Not even

a little bit of, you know,

"Hey, Jarvis, I like the way you made

the coffee, man."

Prepping my sugar... nothing.

I get no respect.

Sheila, I'm telling

you right now.

See.

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I see how you watch TV.

You flip

the channel every second.

Oh, come on, man, you know

I'm just a junior attorney.

You know, ain't got this kind of

cable at my house, can't afford it,

so I got to watch every

station I can.

- Yeah, speaking of your house.

- Uh-huh.

When you going home?

Go home?

Oh, come on, man.

You know you miss your boy.

Come on,

we just hanging.

I been at work with you all day, man,

why you getting weird?

What... weird?

Of course not,

I'm not getting weird.

I just, you know, like hanging

with my dog,

my homey,

you know what I'm saying?

Just kicking it with my boy.

You know, rolling

with the homey.

- What did you do, man?

- Huh?

What did you do?

What...

Okay, all right, look.

I stayed an extra half an hour

at the sports bar.

Now she looking for me,

I'm scared.

Man, come on, dude,

you gotta help me, dog.

Call the police... no, better yet,

call my mom.

Why don't you

put your foot down, man?

- Put my foot...

- Raven will respect you more

once you take up for yourself.

- Really, put my foot down?

- Yes.

Last time I put my foot down,

she put that foot in my mouth

and wrapped my own leg

around my neck.

I'm telling you,

this woman is a serial killer.

I'm not talking Cocoa Puffs.

I got the solution,

perfect solution.

Can I live with you?

Oh no, oh no, you ain't bringing that

foolishness in my house.

- No, sir.

- Come on, man.

Look, you think I could suffer from

post-traumatic stress syndrome?

'Cause, like, I be sitting at my desk,

I be, like, twitching.

I be, like, scared,

my bowels ain't moving in weeks.

It's weird, dude, I'm...

something's wrong, dude.

I'm having nightmares,

nightmares.

- Nightmares?

- Yes.

In the day?

Yes, tell me

that ain't crazy.

Nightmares during the day,

that's me, that's how I live.

- Know what you need to do?

- What?

You need to chill, okay.

- "Woosah," breathe.

- Just breathe?

Breathe it out, bro,

you're gonna be fine.

I read that somewhere,

just breathe.

- Yes.

- Okay, yeah.

You know, who used to really

help me breathe?

- Who?

- Yvette.

Yeah, Yvette, I'll tell ya, she really

knew how to calm me down

- when I used to feel like this.

- Come on, man.

Don't go there.

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