What's next?
To the Booty ...
Moses's next target was how she worked out. She worked hard to keep her figure like when she was a beauty queen. It was harder, with an increasing amount of soul food.
"I don't need a cracker bitch that is all skin and bones. I need a bitch with some meat on her bones." Moses showed her videos of Black women dancing, like they did in the rap videos that Elizabeth watched. "You do squats baby. I want this ass so round and ripe and fine that every brotha in a mile is gonna be showing up at our door."
"That wouldn't be many," Elizabeth observed, in their palatial neighborhood. Moses just chuckled. Soon. So fucking soon.
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