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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 13: The Long Kiss Goodnight


    Reyjah was relaxing in the tub. She hadn’t danced like that in such a long time. She had always forgotten how tiring Latin dancing could be. Her cordless phone rang. “Hell-lllo?” “You must be in the tub.” “Sup Mithy Poo?” “How was dinner?” “I sang, girl.” “What?” “Yes, girl, I waltzed my happy ass up on stage and sang Debalah Morgan and Selena. It was so damn boring when I first stepped in; damn people weren’t even dancing.” “So you rocked the house and saved the day?” “Just like Mighty Mouse!”  * Laughter *  “How did the dress go down?” “Exactly, when I saw him, tell me why his friend Deuce, was holding him up?” “Who would name their child, Deuce?” “Somebody crazy.” “Oh yeah, we are having lunch with his wife tomorrow?” “We are?” “Yes we are, don’t you want some gossip to share with Randy? The girl works at the hair transplanting clinic.”  “She probably knows some of our male clients.” “Would not doubt it.” Reyjah’s door bell rang. “Let me go get rid of this son of a bitch at my door, Sheila.” “Bye girl.” Reyjah put her phone on the floor. Can’t even take a damn bath!” she grumbled. She went into her bedroom and put on a black bralette and a pair of blue, cheetah print string bikinis. Her buzzer kept going. “Dammitt!!!! I’m coming!” she bellowed. She flung her door open. Antoine stood their with a strange look on his face. “Hello, Mr. Laconte,” she said dryly. “Now, do you understand why I suggested separate cars?”  Antoine felt like an ass. “It’s a shame, cuz you looked really good tonight. You were definitely ‘defending your home’, as we say in New York,” she nodded. Antoine could only stare at her. Her breasts, her hips, her abs, her legs. Her perfectly done toes. The diamond toe ring glistened in the outdoor light. He noticed that she had taken her hair down and it was rumpled and tousled like she had just gotten through having wild sex. But he knew that was damn near impossible with her. Her skin looked damp. Her nipples were poking through her black bralette. He wanted to reach out and tweak it. He watched her as she licked her full lips in disgust. Her blue eyes were directly looking up at him, waiting for a response. “I need to thank you, though, for everything, the dress, the shoes; do you always treat your enemies, this way?” She licked her lips again and puckered them out a little.  Antoine quickly caught her tongue with his lips. He sucked on her bottom lip. She tried to push his chest away. It was like pushing a brick wall. He crushed her against his body. She could feel the satin of his tux lapels against her skin. Can’t let him break me, she thought. She tried to pull her lips away, but he kept catching them with his. His tongue fought for admission in her warm mouth. He could feel her tension. He caressed her lower back. Oh damn! Hot spot! She thought. She was at his will. She opened her mouth and let his tongue in. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands kneaded her buttocks.” OW!!!” she jumped away from him. They were still in pain. Ass cheeks don’t heal that fast, especially the way that he had dropped her. “I came over to apologize," he explained. She wiped her mouth. “Come  in, Mr. Laconte,” she said in a ragged voice. Once he walked in, she closed the door.


    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad: These Walls Can Talk - Chapter 14