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my glove compartment for freak accidents. By my standards, I think this scenario qualified, but it was worth it because I enjoyed learning that tasting forbidden fruit could taste so very good. On top of it all, I became hooked on having orgasms—amen, amen, and AMEN!
    Although I had already opened up Pandora’s Box, I was in search of the next opportunity to work my hips.

4
    Playing With Fire
    T rey came home smelling like liquor and smoke around five in the morning. No doubt, he must’ve been bar and club hopping with his other gray-haired player friends, just as Rico had explained. When I felt him crawl into bed next to me, I pretended I was asleep, but I wasn’t. With the exception of the broken window, there were no signs remaining of the shake up . . . or shake down, depending on how you’d like to describe it. Even so, I had trumped up a lie and it was ready for delivery. I planned to tell Trey some bad, unsupervised kids hit a softball through the window, but I couldn’t tell who did it since they all ran in various directions. No real worries with his ass though. As luck would have it, he decided he wanted to make love, instead of spoon. I guess the liquor got his typically limp dick hard, or maybe some well-prepared bitch made him take Viagra when he was out on the town doing whatever it was men do.
    Trey’s fingers wandered toward my vagina. After he asked for it, I let him hit the skins just to shut his half-inebriated ass up. I didn’t mind obliging since it gave me an opportunity to give him his fifteen minutes of fame on the same bed where his boy had his way with me. I behaved as if I craved Trey’s touch, but I was really thinking about the naughty things I’d done on the same bed with Rico. Trey’s ego was eating up the sex talk as I put it on him like never before, but when I looked at the clock, I was surprised because the ordeal of lying on my back lasted an entire twenty minutes as opposed to his usual fifteen. Whooptie do, Trey, I thought. You’re a little too late. Damn shame. Trey was as fine as Rico, but couldn’t put it down under the sheets like he did before he was banging me and all the other chicks on his tap the punani list. God should’ve given his big, fat tool to someone who would’ve appreciated it enough to use it properly. Oh well. Even drunk, my man looked hot. The one thing I couldn’t take away from the Negro was his looks. The older he got, the finer he became and the more I wanted to prove I was approaching my sexual peak.
    The next morning, I offered to cook Trey bacon and eggs—his favorite morning indulgence when he wasn’t wolfing down cereal or coffee.
    â€œWhat happened to my window?” he asked after finally observing the plastic tacked over the area where the glass was housed.
    I tried to act cool.
    â€œIt’s getting fixed today, don’t worry about it,” I said.
    â€œLeslie, what happened to it?”
    â€œYou were a kid once. Let it go. Some kids in the neighborhood were playing football and accidentally hit your window yesterday. I cleaned up the glass, put some plastic over it, and called for someone to come out and put a new one in. They’re coming tomorrow. I plan to wait for them to get here because I know you won’t be home.”
    â€œLet it go, nothing! Why should I? I’m going to find out who did this. I shouldn’t have to pay for the repair. Where’s the football?” Trey asked, looking around the room.
    â€œI said I’ve got it. You don’t have to pay for anything.”
    â€œYou shouldn’t pay for this either.”
    â€œWhy are you sweating the small stuff? I said I took care of it. I know kids. I’m a teacher, remember? If you go around banging on doors, no one’s gong to own up to it. What would it do besides run up your blood pressure? They will be more careful because they know you’ll be on the look out now.