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She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. She has a soft, caramel complexion with natural, sandy brown hair and sun capturing, seductive, slender hazel eyes that you could get lost gazing in all day. Full, erotic lips and complete with the standard African-American voluptuous, curvaceous figure, that any man with a bad heart would be afraid to look at because of the way one glance at her would make your blood pressure rise. This is definitely not the same quiet, unsure, four-eyed, undeveloped, pestering little girl that left for college four years ago. Angel was now an outspoken, confident, well-developed woman who wore contacts and I am seriously considering pushing up on. I don’t care what no one says, time is not that generous to anyone.

I know the rules though. She is off limits. Not to be looked at in that way by me. She’s my best friends little sister. Forbidden territory. Besides, she wouldn’t want me. She knows how I live. Just like her brother, Travis.
Travis and I are hustlers. We live for the streets. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Every since his family moved across the street from me and my mom twelve years ago, we’ve been best friends and in the streets. No, I don’t think girls like Angel want me. We come across the ghetto fabulous girls, not the exotic. We date the streetwise, not the college educated. We attract what they call hood rats, not the sisters. I’m not on her level. She outgrew Travis and I both without us noticing a thing. No, she wouldn’t want me and her brother wouldn’t let it happen anyway. That’s just the way things are. Angel and Isaiah would never happen.