[Miss. Mocha]

was Pastor Sherman. What was he doing at Pedro's crib? Maybe it was fate.

He and the wife had missed me at church the past Sunday. As soon as I heard the Pastor's voice, I knew I couldn't get down with Pedro.

I apologized for my attendance, and hung up from the pastor. I needed to find a way out of the drama I was in.


I decided to go 'head and try to find my man. Even if he didn't pay the rent, I wanted to know if he was the one who robbed me.

I drove all around our neighborhood. I ended up back at his oldest baby momma's house. The one who was singing "My neck, my back."

I politely asked her if she had seen my man around. She replied...