Tone could talk shit all he wanted to, but there was one thing he never had to question, and that was Sonya’s loyalty to him. She was blind to a fault.
Sonya replied, “Tone, you gotta do better than that. I ain’t about to let you turn this shit around on me. I don’t know what you up to, but you up to something.”
To Tone there was nothing more frustrating than being accused of something without any real proof.
“So now I’m up to something?” he echoed, while beginning to undress.
Tone felt like a hypocrite because he was cheating and lying to his girlfriend’s face about it. For him there was no pussy like new pussy. But he knew Sonya was just mad that she hadn’t caught him slipping up yet. To him, this relationship thing was beginning to be a contest of who tells the best lies.
“Like what?” he asked.
“To be honest, I think you gotta chick on the side. I really believe you fuckin’ around on me,” Sonya guessed.
“Sonya, you really need to get outside more often and stop stayin’ cooped up in this crib, because home girl, you buggin’ the fuck out!” he stated. “Why am I goin’ out for hamburger, when I got steak right here at home, huh?”
“I don’t know,” she insisted. “You tell me.”
“Ya too emotional,” Tone swore. “Ya feelings is overriding ya common sense. And that’s bad.”
Sonya stared at Tone intensely, looking him directly in the eye, as if that would give her the answer that she sought. Tone told so many lies she didn’t know what to believe any more. All she wanted was the truth so they could repair their relationship. Why couldn’t he understand that?
Tone refused to make an effort to even understand Sonya’s position because that required him to take some responsibility for his actions. Owning up to his mistakes was like admitting he was wrong. Tone was a man, so he could never admit that.
Making as minimal eye contact as possible, Tone continued to strip off his clothing until they were piled up in front of him in the middle of the floor. He stood before Sonya in only a white form fitting wife beater and a pair of Karl Kani boxers.
Sonya stood within inches of her boyfriend, looking awkwardly at him. “You finished? I’m bout to take a shower,” he suddenly announced.
She replied, “No, I’m not finished. Before you jump in the shower, lemme smell ya dick.”
“Huh?” Tone looked at her, confused.
“Huh my ass,” she stated. “Drop ya draws and let me smell ya dick, since you ain’t doin’ nuttin’ wit’ nobody.”
He didn’t have a valid defense for that. Refusal to do what his girlfriend asked was like an admittance of guilt.
“You trust me?” Tone asked as he stalled for time, looking for a way out of the situation.
She stared at him blankly, not insulted by his question and most of all, not the least bit surprised.
“Nigga, cut the bullshit and do what I asked you to do. If you don’t there’s gonna be a problem,” she advised.
In order to dispel her suspicions, Tone knew he had to do what she said or things might get physical. Sonya was known to go ‘crazy’ on him from time to time.
“Yo, I don’t believe you, Sonya,” he told her. “This what we come to.....”
Sonya was betting Tone had just finished having sex, and she’d bet her life that his dick smelt like one of two things, pussy or fresh soap. She didn’t care because either way, he had a problem.
“Well believe it! You ain’t exactly been an angel, so don’t act like I don’t have my reasons either,” she said, while dropping to her knees.
Immediately Sonya stuck her fingers in the slit of his underwear and removed his penis. She took his member into her hand, looking up disgustingly at Tone before taking a strong whiff. Her first smell was undecipherable. Her nostrils were unable detect the scent of a female on him. So Sonya smelled it again and again, only to find nothing out of the ordinary there.
From the look on her face, Tone could tell he passed the test with flying colors. If not, he knew he probably wouldn’t have a dick; Sonya would have bit it off by now.
Tone had to admit that was a close one. He had a strategy for when he slept around and this time it was put to the test. First, he never took a shower at the motel or the chick’s house. All he did was wash his private parts lightly enough to get the scent of the condom off his penis and pubic hairs. Secondly, he used the same soap to wash up that he always used at home. And last but not least, he put the heat on high in the car as he drove home so his body could sweat. Tone had it all figured out.
“You feel stupid?” he asked. “Told you I wasn’t doin’ nuttin’.”
He continued, “Now gimme some head since you down there.”
Literally, Sonya was in no position to tell him no. She complied with his request for some oral sex. She began sucking him off, as she if owed him something. For this couple the only thing better than sex, was make up sex.
After a night of fucking and sucking, it seemed like all was forgotten. Tone had sexually performed up to her expectations, so at least for tonight, Sonya’s fears were eased.
The next few days things between them actually got better. Tone hung around the house a little more and was very attentive to his girlfriend. However, the good times didn’t last long though, things quickly went back to normal with Tone ripping and running the streets.
One way or another, things had to change for these two. At least that’s how Sonya felt.
8
Unexpectedly for Tone, things seemed to go from bad in his personal life, to worst in the streets. The previous night Tone had placed his pager on silent mode,
