Doing Mr. Wrong While waiting for Mr. Right Chapter 3

One of the national woman radio personalities talks about the man with "that hammer". She also talks about the snacks you buy to keep the man with :the hammer" at home. Well, let me tell you that Marcus, got that HAMMER! We have been going strong for about three months now. He's at my place every night and we have been spending a lot of time together. He has even gotten on the "get healthy" kick with me. Yeah, I quit the Take Shape for Health program, but I have been using the tools that I used to do it on my own. Three months later, I have lost 14 pounds. I know it's not much but I feel different.
Stacy E., the radio lady says, that if you keep the right snacks in the house, the man with the hammer won't have to leave to go nowhere, once he gets home. My pantry and refrigerator are overflowing. Marcus drinks Heineken. I make it a point not to let that bottom shelf get no less than 10 and I am buying another case. I went to Costco, that's how serious that hammer is, to buy shit in bulk. My pantry got all kinds of Cheetos, Bugles, Honey Buns, Double Stuffed Oreos, Salsa, Cheez Wiz, all of that because I don't want him to go no where. However...... Marcus is getting a little fidgety lately. The other night he got up around 10:30 and decided he needed to go check his place. Once he got over there, he was so tir4es, or so he said, that he didn't feel like driving all thhe way back over. Last night, he didn't come over to well after 11. He decided he didn't want to sleep alone. Earlier today he called to say that he waas hanging with the fellas and would probably go straight home. Now I might now be the brightest bulb in the ceiling, but I ain't the dullest either. So now I am forced to become a secret agent.
"Trina, Is eerything planned"?, I asked my homegirl.
" Yeah, Malikah gonna work the room".
"And?"
"And what? If she sees him she will text us and that will be it. But if he is not there, we going
to thehouse. 'Cause I know his ass is up to something".
Katrina West was my girl. She has been my ride or die since high school. She knows everybody in our little town. The West family is a well-known family in the city and she can pretty much get anyone to do anything, just because of her last name. I met Katrina in the 10th grade. When I was taken to Biology class, she waved for me to sit by here and we have been friends every since. We fuss and have our disagreements but she is my girl and will roll with me despite my fucked up life decisions. She is used to cheating men. Her first husband was sort of an arranged marriage. He was a local politicican and she married him for the family's benefit. But he benefitted the most. His connections to their family boosted his career and his coochie access. He damn near had groupies sitting on the steps of city hall waitng on the "pretty boy" commissioner. Trina had to deal with those hoes and paternity allegations at every turn.. When she decided that she couldn't take it anymore, she asked him for a divorce. Lamar had other intentions. He aired dirty laundry about Trina's father's affair with a woman in another state. Her father had another family and sex tapes with his secretary, and two other unknown women. Beacuse of him, Katrina West HATES men. But because of Lamar, she also knows how to look up anything you need to know about someone, break and enter into someones apartment without them knowing, and spy on a man for weeks and he won't even suspect a thing.

We drove through the parking lot of the bar that Marcus claimed he was but didn't see his car.
"I guess he rode with someone else, probably Todd". I laughed nervously, hoping, no praying that that was the case.
"Leslie, I want you to come back to reality", Trina was cold hearted when it came to these matters. "That brother is fucking somebody else".
"Damn, Trina. He has never cheated before, why are you so quick to assume that's what is happening"? I asked defensively.
"Well. if you didn't think he was cheating, why are we here"?
I kept my mouth closed for the rest of the ride to Marcus's house.