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wiped some of the creamy
substance on the pad of her finger tip. She rubbed the sticky
substance between her index finger and her thumb, testing to find
out if it’s the real thing. She sniffed it, pulled it away from her
face, wrinkled her nose, questioning, smelled her fingers again.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as if trying to swallow a
football whole,
    “Bloodclawt!...” I yanked the tail of my
dress out of her hand, “Is cum this! ... How you say you never fuck
the cameraman?” She gave a mix-up smile and burst out,
    “Mi have to go call Raga ’bout this one here
to rass!”
     

CHAPTER 6
Jacket Or Abortion
    by: Leelia Lexings
    I remained silent, still looking at the
ground, pulling my gown out Pinky’s hand. Mad at her, ashamed of
myself, I wanted to bury myself under the earth out of shame. My
tears about to mess up my makeup. My lips were trembling, hands
were shaking, I was about to have a breakdown on my wedding day. Oh
God please, don't let this happen to me, please. I was wrong and
stupid, please, please forgive me. I know I was stupid, but I was
so angry too, it just got the best of me. I really wanted to hurt
back Qwan and I know how jealous he was. I know jealousy was the
deepest hurt I could cause him and that’s what I wanted, revenge.
To hurt him back the worst way I knew how. But God, what I did was
so stupid. So stupid. The tears trickled out my eyes and unto my
face. I stood there silent, crying, wishing I hadn’t. I could not
answer sis, nor could I look at her. She will desecrate me with her
vandalising mouth, cast an unending spectacle and shame.
    Pinky whispered,
    “Come sis, make we go clean it off before
nobody see it.”
    Not what I expected from her. I budged, then
stopped, stood still in my tracks. I didn't want to go back into
the bathroom where Nathan was. I didn't want to make situations
more uncomfortable with the three of us in the bathroom, and
there’s no telling what Pinky might do in there to Nathan. She’s so
unpredictable. But I had nowhere else to go. Everywhere else was
too lively with family. We hurried back to the bathroom, she held
my hand, we reached the door.
    “Leelia! Leelia! Lee!” Mommy’s voice strained
from the livingroom and echoed down the corridor to us. I stopped,
turned towards the livingroom.
    “She soon come!” Pinky replied for me,
pushing me forward towards the bathroom door. We both pushed the
door open, walked through it. I was greeted by a hint of sex
smelling in the air. Or, maybe, I was only too conscious that I
just had sex in here. There was no Nathan. He must have snuck out.
Pinky still insisted to look around, peeping under the sink as she
called out,
    “Pictureman! Pictureman!” walking and
searching. She pulled away the blue and yellow shower curtain as if
she expected him to be hiding somewhere in the bathroom.
    Pinky’s eyes grew pattoo-wide, her jawbones
dropped and she blurted out,
    “Cocka-clawt! Jesus Christ Pictureman, what a
rass hood BIG!” She couldn’t take her lusting eyes off his penis,
“No sir, Almighty, you bless.” Nathan got uncomfortable in his
skin. Pinky continued to lust, “God know, you bless.”
    Nathan remained standing in the shower, one
hand behind his leg, trying to hide the piece of tissue he was
using to wipe off the head of his penis. Pinky suddenly spoke from
an angry place.
    “Hope you never cum in mi sister enuh
pictureman!”
    Nathan looked at me before raising his voice
at Pinky
    “Stop call mi pictureman! Mi is not no
pictureman!” His voice got sterner, “Pictureman take picture on
mall and sidewalk. Is mall this?” He asked Pinky with his eyebrows
muscled up “Mi a photographer. A professional photographer.”
    Pinky walked up to him, her fluffy bosom in
his forehead, she looked at his dick, mouth almost watering,
grabbed it and tugged it, almost pulling it down to his knee,
asking Nathan
    “You love fuck people wife?” The sex look
roaring in Pinky’s eyes, “You suck