She may have looked innocent, but she probably gave a muthafucka a run for their money. “Why you looking at me like that, ma?” I asked in her ear. “Looking at you like what?” “You know what I’m talking about. Ask for it… I might let you have it.” Her eyes widened, and she blushed as she bit her lip. “A closed mouth don’t get fed,” I reminded her. Her breathing hitched in her throat. She swallowed hard as she backed away from me.
