“Bebe, what is your pussy made of?” I asked as I mugged her through my rearview mirror. “How in the fuck did you almost pull a nut out of me, and all I did was stick the head in? I don’t know what you think this is, but you’re not going back home to that nigga. I will buy you all new clothes and shit. Nah, you ain’t going back. You’re mine now, shorty. We go together real bad,” I reiterated, shaking my head.