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I crossed the road very quickly, it would be a terrible day to get hit by a car, not by those types of cars that passed through my hood. I was on my way to see a friend, I had heard his name on radio, his songs too. I can't remember how we started talking but he invited me to his house, I agreed to go. I must say at this point that at that point I was still at a very naive point in my life. He came out to get me from the estate gate. I never knew we lived so close to each other. I appreciated his one room that had the kitchen and bathroom outside, but I had expected to see better, based on the hype. He had a large TV though, it kind of absorbed my shock. I sat by the corner of the bed, he was a bit nervous,  I could tell because he said "feel free" with a voice that sounded tensed. I was soon to realize that no one would need to tell me to feel free in an environment where I should actually be free, telling me to feel free was a set up, I was soon to discover...the hard way, I might add. I relaxed, though my non-elastic high waist jeans kept me sitting upright. He asked me what I wanted to drink. I said Malt. He apologized for not having my choice drink because he had already bought Bullet drink for me. Now as I write this,  I'm thinking if he knew he didn't have what I wanted, why ask me what I wanted? and who gives a girl bullet if he doesn't have plans of using his short gun on herher? Anyways, he served me some, I took a couple of sips, and I was already feeling knocked over. He drank two cans, I was half way down with mine. That was when he came and sat next to me, very very next to me. He started talking into my face, he said something like "when I saw you, I wondered where you've been?" I smiled, I was uncomfortable, but that was classic Joleeta, still respecting him. He started trying to kiss me, his large lips forcing themselves against mine. I no holy pass, but I give it up only when I want to, I didn't want to. Things were getting a bit early,  that was when my high waist jeans proved defensive,  he struggled to pull it down,  I was struggling to pull it up, we kept going back and forth, both fighters sweating profusely, I kept saying "no, please, stop," he didn't stop, I even added a lil bit of "I'm on my period" here and there, but he didn't listen. I was already getting drained, after a furious yet silent struggle, he pulled down my jean, then my pants. I don't know how, but something came upon me, or maybe he grew weary, he just layed down there. I pulled my pants and my jeans up, and fell back on the bed. The next time I was aware of anything was around 9pm. I woke up,  picked my bad, wore my shoe and left. I still can't believe I didn't scream out help, for the simple fact that I was considering his career. Women!