Page 69 of Small Town Hunter

Redhead fella? Jailhouse?

“What does Crash want with this man?” I ask her. “Who is he?”

“Don’t know, babygirl, you’ll have to ask him yourself. Hey, by the way, woman to woman? Can I tell you something?.”

I brace myself, annoyance already turning into wounded rage. I didn’t know Crash and Tippalonga’s biggest floozy had a history.

But Jada just says, “You better not show up around town for a while. Maybe never. The Reverend has everybody lookin’ out for you, Trina Whiteleaf. One of my customers who’s buddy with him told me that Reverend Wilson said if he ever got his hands on you he’d wring your neck like a wild turkey.”

Oh.

“Thanks for the warning,” I say awkwardly. “Um— I appreciate that.”

“De nada,” Jada says. “I used to run off all the time. My first pimp? Bastard. But take my advice again, and don’t come back to Tippalonga. It’s the greatest town in the world, but you can’t ever leave…Wasn’t there a song like that? Hmmm.”

I heard a lot about Jada Gambino but maybe she’s not so bad.

“Thank you for calling, Jada,” I say. “I’ll pass the message on to Crash.”

I feel a sudden stab of premonition.Wherever he is.

“One more thing,” Jada pipes up quickly. “I really need to know.What was the app?”

“The app again?”

“Do they have more like him? Black ones? Koreans?”

“Crash just gave me a ride out of town. We didn’t know each other before and I wasnothaving an affair with him.”

“Bullshit,” she accuses.

“I haven’t slept with him. It’s the truth.”

“Are you serious?!”

Well. Maybe I didn’t have sex with Crash last night, but all that feeling and touching and sucking was definitely a sin.

“Don’t say you’re still avirgin.”

“I am,” I say proudly. I should be proud, not disappointed, that I didn’t give my virtue to a perfect stranger last night. Where are my morals?

I bite my lip.Crash had more control than you. He was honorable. You were the temptress leading him to the forbidden fruit.

“Girl if you don’t suck that man’s dick at least, you’re wasting a perfectly good man. And a perfectly good dick,” Jada tells me.

A perfectly good dick.And I’m angry again. “You saw his— hismember?”

“His member! A-ha-ha-ha! I flashed him my titties and popped a stiff. You know what I mean? He didn’t take it out of his jeans though. So you have nothing to worry about. Although with that size, maybe you do.”

“He’s an honorable man.” I don’t know what her game is but I won’t let her talk disrespectfully about Crash. And I don’t like her insinuation that me and Crash are having an affair, because that’s not what’s happening.

Guilt tightens in my chest. That’s not what’s happening at all.

“Aren’t you worried about his wife?” Jada asks slyly. It’s like she read my mind. I burst out, “That woman? They’re separated. It’s not my business anyway, or yours.”

“Ha! Ha ha! Okay church girl. If you say so.”

“Goodbye, Miss Jada.”

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