When Infidelity Hits the Hood

While What-A-Burger’s been giving away freebies in its 12 days of Christmas countdown, the N.Y. Post’s front page has been riding Tiger’s tail with 17 days of non-stop sexcapades coverage. If your news nose has sniffed every whiff of Mr. Privacy’s privates, you might’ve missed the sinister scheme one queen “b” devised when she learned her man was sampling another’s honey. Reported in the N.Y. Post over a week ago, here’s how it went down.

Armed with an electronic gadget designed to transmit fictitious Caller-IDs, Kisha Jones, 38, phoned her husband’s pregnant “cuddy buddy” and instructed her to pick up a prescription. Instead of the medication she expected, “the other woman” was dispensed Cytotec, an abortion-inducing drug at a pharmacy she rarely frequents. According to authorities, a resourceful Jones pulled this off by mimicking the medical office’s Caller-ID and five-fingering a physician’s Rx pad. If wifey’s desperate act hasn’t registered an “oh, that’s cold” reaction, wait, it gets nippier.

Impersonating the mistress, the Brooklyn resident then called the hospital to ask if the newborn (yes, he survived) could be fed breast milk she’d allegedly pumped at home. When an unidentified man arrived with two bottles of a substance that looked nothing like breast milk, suspicion swirled and the Po Po(s) were summoned.

The new mother and nursing student claims she’d dated Mr. Jones for three years and had no idea his left hand was ringed. We may never how Mrs. Jones came up with this pharmaceutical caper but we do know the drug Mr. Jones used to render his cuddy buddy comatose of common sense. Too bad a list of potential side effects doesn't accompany the appendage.