A/N: So my muse has returned to me and I have decided to start updating again and finishing my stories. Thanks to all those who have reviewed in the past. The end is near for my first story (this one) and I'm quite sad. Here's the story and considering it's been a long time, the only thing I can say is, "It's about damn time."

When Doug got back to the house, Marcus was awake and watching TV. She came up behind him and placed a kiss on his neck. She smiled and said, "Here's your keys and no I didn't put a scratch on your baby."

"I should hope not." He patted the seat next to him on the couch. She walked around and sat between his legs on the couch. She laid back against his chest as he began to run his hands through her hair. "So what you doing today?"

"Nothing. I'll probably take Jaz shopping."

"You spoil her. You know that?"

"Well she deserves it. She doesn't cause trouble and she makes good grades."

"Unlike you."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, unlike me."

Doug knocked on Jaz's door before walking in. She found her listening to the new Outkast CD and reading a book. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing much. I called some of my new friends from school and we were thinking about going to the movies, but that's not till later."

"Get up. We're going shopping. Change clothes too. You're not going out with me with that on. Always look cute no matter where you go." Jaz laughed before getting up to change.

Doug walked through the mall like she owned it. She was wearing a black tank that showed off her bellybutton ring with a pair of lowriding cargo army pants. She had some black leather stiletto boots to complete the outfit. Her black shades made her look like something straight out of a magazine.

Jaz had on a pair of hip hugger jeans with a tank that said, "Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful. Hate me cuz your man thinks I'm beautiful." She had on her white Air Force Ones. They were walking from Old Navy when they heard a whistle behind them. Doug turned around to see two of the ugliest boys that she had ever seen in her life. They didn't even look like they were over 21.

"You looking good girl," one of them said.

"Yeah I know. Thanks. Too bad you can only look and not touch," Doug said.

"But I want to."

"Well people in hell want ice water but hey that ain't gonna happen no time soon. Sorry, I don't settle for less and my husband might not like that."

"Well look who's back and she's still out to steal my man," a new voice replied.

Doug turned to see Tanya Tran standing in front of her. She couldn't believe her luck. On the day that she wanted to shop peacefully. "Hey Tanya."

"Don't try to act polite and nice to me. We all know you a ho."

"Excuse me darling. I have only one man in my life. My husband. Now I wish I could say the same thing for you. You blockhead."

Jaz starting laughing causing Tanya to look at her. "Who the fuck are you? If you related to her then that must mean you a ho too."

Jaz immediately stopped and looked at Doug for permission. She already knew what Jaz was thinking. She threw her hands in the air as a signal. Jaz smiled. She walked right up to Tanya and got in her face.

"Attention people. Tanya Tran of the infamous Tran family is trying to call someone a ho. When we all know that we saw her coming out of the free clinic with some medicine in her hand. Looks like that rash is clearing up pretty nicely Tanya. I haven't seen you scratching lately. I do think it may have spread to your man's friend though. I saw his scratch his balls 10 times in the past 3 minutes. Dang you really do get around. Speaking of men, where did you pick these two up at, Goodwill? Please tell them to stop staring at my chest. Mine are all natural unlike yours. Let's try something different from tissue and silicone next time. You really need to stop snorting cocaine too. It really messes up your nose. No, I think you may have been born that way. Have you read my shirt lately? No, by the looks of it you haven't. Let's read it together shall we? Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful, hate me cuz your man thinks I'm beautiful. Think about that before you accuse either me or Doug of tryin to steal yo ugly ass men. Now I'm done."