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“I don’t think that a man with a big dick is a man with good dick.

I’ve been with niggas with big dicks before, and sex can be painful because they don’t know what they’re doing.

I’ve also been with a couple of men with small dicks, but they know how to work it.

Having good dick is just knowing how to use that shit,” Shai announced, right before she took a pull from the blunt.

My sister and I were close, so I didn’t cringe, as I overheard my sister talk about sex.

I probably knew all her sex partners because she would tell me about the experience.

Even though Shai and I were identical twins, me, and her weren’t shit alike when it came to niggas, or our thought process on relationships.

I was a lover girl. Back when me, and Law were together, I wanted to be up under my man any chance that I got.

I’ve always known that I wanted the house, kids, and a husband.

Shai was like Milan, where she wanted to be outside.

Them bitches used to get me in trouble all the time when I was with Law because he swore that they would have me outside with them, doing single women shit.

Shai was educated though, and smart as hell, just as I was.

Shai was somewhat in the same industry as I was, where she dealt with high profile people.

She worked as a talent agent for a big agency in Miami.

She had the hustle, and the drive to open her own agency, but Shai didn’t want to be the woman in charge, overseeing a large company as me, which is why she didn’t do it.

When I would vent to her, telling her about my work problems, she would always tell me that she couldn’t deal with half the shit that I dealt with.

“Can you say that a man has good dick if he can’t make you cum?

I’ve dealt with some men with great dick.

Like the strokes are perfect, it’s deep inside of me just like I like it, and he’s hitting up against different spots, but they always get there’s before I do.

Would you say he has good dick still?” Sasha wanted to know.

“I feel like getting me to cum is what good dick is though. Nigga, I don’t care if you gotta pop a fuckin pill or something before you get here, but you better make me cum, and I want to cum at least three times,” Milan stated, and I laughed because the look on her face proved that she was dead ass serious.

She reached her hand out for Shai, so that she could hand her the blunt, and my sister did just that.

“Why you so quiet, best friend? Indulge with us. When the last time Law put dick in you?” Milan asked me, her beautiful brown eyes on me.

Milan was so damn pretty. She sat in front of me, dressed in a colorful bathing suit from Pucci.

She had light skin, and her hair was a light brown color.

She would often wear her hair in leave- out sew in’s, just giving her more length, and fullness.

Because we had been in the pool about an hour ago, her hair was still wet, as it hung loosely.

“I don’t know. It’s been a while,” I lied my ass off, knowing this nigga just fucked me a few weeks ago, when the divorce cleared. I’ll tell my girls a lot of shit, but I didn’t have the balls to expose that. Hell nah. They would judge me big time.

“Look me in my eyes and say that again. I feel like your ass is lying,” Milan said, still holding the blunt. She wasn’t that far away from me, so I stuck my foot out, and I playfully kicked her.

“Girl, move. What I’m lying for?” I asked.

“Because I know you, Ya. You would have known the last time you had sex with Law. You remember everything about that damn man. Answer it. You acting like we going to judge you,” Milan probed, letting all the smoke just leave out of the blunt because she was too busy with her eyes on me, waiting for me to answer her question.

“I really don’t remember,” I still lied. My sister laughed, and then she picked up her phone, and she sat it down on my lap.

“Pretend that my phone is the bible. Put your hand on it and swear that you don’t remember the last time you had sex with him,” Shai said. Now, they were fuckin tag teaming my ass. For Shai to make me swear on the bible, that meant that she didn’t believe my ass, either.

We used to do this as kids. If we weren’t near a bible, we would grab whatever item that we were near, and make each other swear on it, just to see if we were telling the truth. I didn’t have the balls to lie on this bible, even if it was just a phone, so I laughed, and handed her back her phone.

“Like three weeks ago,” I honestly said, and when I said it, all the women out here shrieked.

Milan started coughing from the pull that she’d just taken from the blunt, showing me how caught off guard that she was.

My sister was sitting on the arm of my chair still, and she was using her fingers to count, as if she was solving math.

“Three weeks ago? Ya’ll divorced three weeks ago,” Shai pointed out the obvious.

“I know. He fucked me after the people came and loaded up all his cars. It was a weak moment. He hasn’t touched me since,” when I said that, the women around me were screaming, and they were telling me that they didn’t blame me.

That was their way of telling me that they knew Law was fine, so they totally understood it.

“See, maybe I lack common sense, but I love that kind of toxic shit. You took that nigga to court. Ya’ll had to sign on the dotted line and bring your marriage to an end.

Even with you doing that shit, he still came over there and dropped off dick.

I feel like you and Law going to get back together though.

Best friend, I don’t see you with anyone else.

You used to be so gone off that nigga. Like, your ass was down bad.

So many times, me, and you damn near fell out because I would be trying to get you outside, and you wanted to be laid up with a nigga that you lay up with every night,” Milan shared, and I was cracking up because the things she was saying were true.

Me, and her got into a big ass argument like four years ago.

She called me at the last minute, asking me to meet her at a lounge, so we can have drinks and food.

When she called, I was laid up with my man.

The boys were with my mom. I told Milan that I couldn’t go, and her ass started going off on me.

We cursed each other out. When we hashed shit out the next day, after she called me back, that’s when she told me that she’d fallen out with a dude that she was dealing with, so she just wanted to get out of the house with me, and vent.

Milan and I were sisters. We just didn’t share the same blood.

I’ll argue with her, just as I would with Shai.

She’ll aggravate the fuck out of me just like my twin sister, but I loved her to pieces and wouldn’t trade her for the world.

We talked about so much shit while we were out here.

I took shots, and had another strong cocktail, so no lie, by this point, I was just about tore up.

As we were out here, I should have never picked up my phone and strolled social media because I stumbled across one of those blog pages, and someone had secretly recorded footage of Law, and that bitch Gina.

I didn’t know Gina personally, but I knew who she was.

We’ve crossed paths before. During the end of my marriage with Law, I remember seeing her at the nail salon.

Suddenly, everything was so fuckin funny when she saw me.

I knew when a bitch was trying to be funny, and tell me something without telling me something, so later that night, when Law came home, I looked him in his eyes, and asked him if he ever fucked that bitch, and he told me that he hadn’t.

I gave a good description of her to him, so he knew exactly who I was talking about.

Maybe it was because I’d checked out after losing Sarai, but I never nagged him anymore about it.

I trusted his word. Here it was, a little over a year later, and him and this bitch were out, having wraps, and smoothie dates.

The drinks in my system, mixed with the edibles were the worst combination for me to have right now because I was going to call him, and boldly ask him if he was fuckin that bitch, and if he had fucked her back then, when I asked him about it.

We made it back to the bedroom, and Shai went to the bathroom, so that she could take her shower first. While she was in there, I sat at the ottoman, that was at the foot of the bed, and I zoned off.

I pictured Law, and that bitch fuckin, which was crazy on my part because all it was going to do was drive me crazy.

While it was after two in the morning here, it was after two in the afternoon in Orlando, where Law was with the boys.

I didn’t even know if he was around them, or where they were right now, but I still picked my phone up, and I put a facetime call in to his phone.

I wanted to see his eyes and tell if he was lying to me.

“What’s good?” he answered. He was in the bathroom, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

The bathroom that he was standing in was at our vacation property that we owned in Orlando.

During our time of marriage, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just get on the road to take the boys to a theme park, which was why we had a vacation property out there.

In our divorce, we both still had access to that property.

“Why did you lie to me back then when I asked you if you fucked that bitch, when you knew fuckin well that you did?” I got right to the point and asked him.

You could tell that he was caught off guard by my question because he froze in putting the product in his hair that he was using, so that he could look at me.