“Bet you didn’t know our one-night stand was a week ago!” she retorted. “Bitch—” I almost ascended, but Myomi gripped my arm to stop me. Back in my seat, I barked, “You were a one-night stand because I peeped the bottom of ya feet were black when I was hittin’ it from the back,” I corrected. “Ocean!” Myomi shouted in a whisper. “Wash yo’ muthafuckin’ feet next time you head out the house to be a ho, bitch,” I said a little louder,
