SHORTY
On the way to Shorty's, my mind ran through all types of possible scenarios. All of them dealt with the possible ramifications that my action against Tough Guy may bring forth.
The way I saw it, there were three possible outcomes. The first and most unlikely, would be for Tough to make a move against me. I figured there was virtually no chance of this happening. I mean, let's be honest. The way I beat him down at Smoke's apartment left no doubt that I would humiliate him in any type of physical confrontation. The whole fight had only taken a couple of seconds, but I was certain that I had hurt Tough pretty badly. It really hadn't been a good experience for Tough and I doubted he wanted to go through it again.
Tough's second option was to let it go. Give it up. Who knows? After the beating he took, Tough may have decided that it would be best to leave it alone and turn his frustrations to someone weaker? I realized that this option was just as unlikely as his first option. I assumed that the most likely option would be the third.
The third option was for Tough to seek out revenge against weaker ties. These weaker ties could be anyone that I am close to, that would not be able to defend themselves as well as I had.
I figured that it was entirely possible that Tough could go after one, or both of my brothers. I figured that it was less of a possibility that Tough would approach No Joke. This was easy to figure, because, anyone that went after No, was usually biting off way more than could be swallowed. It was known throughout the city that a beef with No Joke usually ended with the other person in a bad position.
I also calculated that Tough wouldn't want to try to beef with Soft Spoken because he was No's twin. A beef with Soft, is about the same as a beef with No, thus leading to the same result with No's involvement. Sometimes, I thought it was entirely possible that No liked Soft a lot more than he liked himself. That is the kind of bond that is best not to fool around with.
Sometimes, anger can distort an individual's rationale. Tough may still be smart enough to leave No and myself well enough alone, but he may not foresee the ramifications that would result with a beef with Soft.
As it turned out, the third option was exactly what Tough chose. He was soon to make a mistake that would forever change the game and all those involved. But, that is for later on in my story. For now, I was on my way to Shorty's.
Shorty's house was on the other side of the city, and it took me almost thirty minutes to get there. When I arrived, she was at the door waiting for me. It was close to midnight, but she looked awake. She was dressed in a pair of black leather pants that accentuated her already boomin' backside. The pants stopped above her hips, revealing a thong. She was wearing a white top that showed most of her stomach, with a v-neck to show a little cleavage. Her hair was down, dark and curly. It could have been those beautiful Puerto Rican curls, but her hair always looked wet and as dark as black satin. She knows I love it when she wears her hair down, as she had it now. She was my Spanish fly, and I loved the way she looked.
As I got out of the car, the door to her apartment was still open, but she had walked back inside. I followed behind quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of her as she walked away. I loved to watch her walk. The way that her hips swayed made me glad to be her man. She was the only girl that I had ever seen that oozed sexuality, but she did it with a lot of class.
When I entered the apartment, I turned to close the door. When I turned back around, I had lost track of Shorty. I walked forward into her apartment, and could smell the sweet aroma of baked chicken in the kitchen to my left. I could see a bowl of mashed potatoes that stood next to gravy and corn bowls. On the table at the far end of the kitchen I could see a plate covered by a napkin. The plate contained four biscuits that were still warm.
That was when I heard Shorty clearing her throat. Just as I started to speak, she put her fingers to her lips. I decided that I would not speak until told. I liked it when Shorty played games. With her finger still pressed to her lips, she turned and walked away. After about three of four steps, the finger left her lips and rose above her head, signaling me to follow. Once again, I decided to do as I was told.
Following Shorty, I was led to the living room that was illuminated by a dozen white candles. She sat with her back against the couch on the far end. The flickering shadows made her eyes glow like those of a wolf. The effect was mesmerizing. Even more mesmerizing was the six inch blunt Shorty had pulled out of "God knows where", and was already toking on. Her beautiful lips puckered and expelled smoke into a cloud around her face. She then passed the blunt to me. Needless to say, we got nice as the candles flickered in the background.
After we finished smoking, she led me to the kitchen where the food had cooled down enough to be eaten. She led me to the table and sat me at the far end. She still hadn't spoken a word, but I liked her games.
We began to eat and the food was off the hook. There were many things that Shorty was good at, but cooking was at the front of the pack. She prepared a hot plate even better than my mother did, as far as I can remember.
She ate in silence at the other end of the table. She took small bites, and her eyes never left mine. The combination of the delicious food and the euphoria form the blunt, created an experience that was indescribable.
After the meal, we removed ourselves to her bedroom. The room was lit only by candlelight and "Jodeci" was playing in the background. It was readily apparent that Shorty had planned this night out in advance. Her efforts were going to be rewarded.
I don't want to give the impression that Shorty only served me and I never returned the favors. That isn't the matter at all. About six months after we started this relationship, Shorty called me from work and told me she was going to be late because her boss was stressing her out and dumping all his work on her. To the best of my knowledge, management styling of corporate America revolved around bosses empowering their employees to do all the work, for only some of the credit, and little of the money. Ideals like that are why I am self -employed. Anyway, on this day, Shorty was stressed. After I finished talking to her, we hung up and that's when I thought of the illest plan that you've ever heard.
An hour later I was in Shorty's apartment. I put a note on her door informing her that I was inside waiting. She came in right away.
I had left various arrows around her apartment for her to follow. These arrows led her to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I had prepared a bubble bath. The only lights in the room were from candles. As Shorty looked at the tub, I came from behind and started to kiss her neck. I slowly picked her up, out of her shoes and slid them to the side before putting her back to the ground. Without saying a word, or letting her turn to face me, I undressed her. When the last article of clothing was off her body and folded neatly on the sink, I gently picked her up and laid her in the tub. I spent the next hour bathing and massaging her. I had hoped that her stress from the day would go down the drain like the millions of bubbles. I was right.
But, getting back to the present, Shorty was treating me like a king. Inside the bedroom, is a matter that we shall leave inside the bedroom. I don't want to be the kind of grimy guy that tells all the little details of a great night of sex, the way women do, but I will let you know that I beat it up properly.
At about four in the morning I woke up in Shorty's arms. Although Boo is technically my girlfriend, I felt more secure and complete when Shorty holds me. How's that for a problem and a dichotomy? I got out of the bed and dressed quietly. I put a rose and a Hershey kiss on my pillow, kissed her on the nose, and bounced.
I had a voice mail on my phone that indicated to me that it was time to go to war.
Poser's Dictionary
BOOMIN-
large and shapely butt
OFF THE HOOK- incredible
ILLEST- best, well conceived
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