KB scent 'for women' part 3

On Sundays its slower then that turtle from the Comcast commercials. Everyone usually cooks a big dinner on Sundays, who the hell wants pizza with their greens? We might get a few orders here and there but other then that I just chill and get paid for doing nothing. RING-RING, “hello T’s pizza” “yes may I have a small with just cheese please”. wow, who ever this is on the phone sound sexy as hell. Like she could have tried out for Spike Lee’s GIRL 6. “ok miss it will take about 20 minutes”. she gives a slight giggle and says “perfect time, I’ll be waiting”. ok, either she’s really hungry or just lonely because she’ll be waiting.

As I turn my car onto groove street, I notice a black impala following me. I hate police, ever since I saw my aunt get her lip bust from a black cop, I’ve had a cold heart for those punk ass niggas. So to avoid me going to jail, I make a right and hit the back street and wait for this donut eating motherfucka to pass me. He does just that, pass me. So I get back to my mission of delivering this pizza. But before I pull off, I reach in my stash spot and pull out my pre-rolled jay. ( I never leave home without one). I take a few pulls, cause I’m too tense to finish my job. I just might hurt someone if I don’t relax. Taking one last hit before I put the jay out, my phone rings. Its Tony “hey KB, look I need you to run the shop when you get back, I got a family emergency, and I wont be back til the morning”. “Shit, man is everything ok” “nothing I cant handle, just have Harry finish you deliveries; I’ll make sure he gives all his tips to you”. “ ok I can do that call me if you need me” ‘ Alright see you in the morning”. I hang up felling better cause now I can get back to the shop to chill out. 634 groove street is where this pizza needs to go. I’m a lil buzzed so 3’s look like 8’s. but my high ass finds the house and park the car. The townhouses on this street are nice, three stories, driveway and a big ass bay window. Man I can do some things in that window that will give the neighborhood something to talk about. I spray some Polo black and get out the car. Walking towards the door I see the curtains move like someone was looking out the window. Man this lady is really hungry! I ring the bell and wait, and guess who answer the door? Meka…..