What I am not cool with is the way she'd chosen to try to get me to agree. If she'd known me better she would've known two things. First, that I never stopped thinking about little Andrew and the shit life his dickless sperm donor had relegated him to when he walked. No security blanket, a woman and child need that shit. I was always gonna do something about the situation. And two her scheme was the surest way to get me to say no to whatever the fuck it is she wanted. I can't make my man ...