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“Cheers!”

    I gave him the green light. A little loose and feeling a lot sexy, I switched past him to the kitchen knowing that my thick thighs looked good in the satin robe. My hips danced side to side and the robe rose up, it left little imagination. He was one of my son’s friends, but it felt good to have eyes on me in my own home. Every woman has had the desire to be the mom that her son’s friends thought was hot, or that sexy older lady in the neighborhood that al the boys glanced at while she took out the trash, I just had the heart to be it. It was no different the same feeling that older men got when they used a young woman to accompany them to gatherings and holiday parties.

    I glided back into the living room with a clean glass for my new friend and raised mines to him once again. The drink suggestion caused him to let out a chuckle which showed off his perfectly aligned teeth accented with a smal gap between the top middle two. The squint from his dark brown eyes combined with his perfectly imperfect smile made me reflect one of the same.

    He reached for the bottle of Cabernet and poured himself a respectable glass. “Happy birthday” He said. He barely made the words out of his mouth before it ruffled vibrations in my ears

    “Thank you Kai.” We both took a sip of the red wine that was slightly bitter in taste. By far my sip was more of a gulp, but I had a higher tolerance for the wines flavor. “How did you know that it’s my birthday?”

    He laughed. “That’s why Jason told me to stay in the basement. I feel bad, like I ruined your day.”

    “Shhhh…boy please.” I placed one finger over my mouth. “What’s your story?” I blurted out in ful mommy mode.

    Makai jumped back and pressed his eyebrows together. I laughed at his confusion and leaned in a little closer with my wine glass barely touching my lips as I let out the words again before I indulged in another gulp. “C’mon what’s your story?”

    This time his confused look was probably caused by the smel of four glasses of wine leaving my mouth, and my glassy eyes lit with interest. “Everyone has a story.” I said. “Where are you from? What kind of family do you have? What are your goals? So, what I’m asking is, who are you?”

    I was giving an interview. I could tel I made him feel little in my presence. The shift of his sitting position from the edge of the sofa to his strong broad shoulders being pressed against the couches back pilows showed me he felt at ease. Not the least bit intimidated.

    “Wel you know my name is Makai. I’m 22 and from North Phily. I was raised by my grand mom down 27 th and Indiana.” I admired how confident he was in his speech. He spoke like a man, moved like a man and looked like a man. I could tel he was educated. Maybe not formaly, but I never confused a piece of paper for proof of inteligence.

    “So you don’t know your mom? I hope you aren’t offended by that question.”

    “No, it’s cool. Yea I know my mom, my dad too.” He laughed. “She was just a little wild when she was younger so my grand mom took custody.”

    “Oh I understand. Why didn’t your dad raised you?”

    “Wel that’s complicated. My dad played colege bal and basketbal overseas. My mom never wanted to move out the country. When he came back to the states he moved to Florida, my mom didn’t want to live their either. I spent my summers there.”

    “That sounds nice.”

    “Yea it was. To be honest, I don’t think my mom ever grew out of the partying phase.”

    “Oh boy, I can relate.” I shook my head and took another sip.

    “ She was there for me, no doubt.” He continued. “ I was always kept fly and my mom did it big for holidays, she was just a street runner, and stil is.” Kai let out a laugh.

    “My mom was the same way, trust me. I wasn’t even raised by her. So you can stil consider yourself lucky.”

    “My grandma was the best way to go anyway, she taught me a