12:22 A.M. I don’t believe this shit, I think, rolling my eyes up in my head. He has a cell phone—along with practically everyone else in the building—that he keeps hidden up in the ceiling of the halfway house because it’s considered contraband. Now he calls me around the damn clock, checking for me. “Jasper, what in the hell are you talking about?”“Don’t think I didn’t peep how you licked my asshole while you were suckin’ my nuts the last two times we were together.”“OhmyGod, nigga,” I snap, sitting up in bed. “You fucking mean to tell me you’re waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me about some shit I did to you almost two weeks ago? You have got to be kidding me.”“Nah, I ain’t kiddin’ shit. I wanna know what’s really good wit’ you. Since when you start lickin’ assholes?”“Nigga, what’s good is: I sucked your dick. Sucked your balls, then felt the urge to lick around my man’s asshole. Maybe, I wanted to try something different.
