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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 19: Aroma-Therapy



    Reyjah removed her shoes before walking into Antoine’s apartment. He watched her. “What are you doing?” he asked, his accent deepening and his face frowning. “Quit frowning already,” she said. “Gotta respect the 18th century carpet don’t I?” she said smiling. She tweaked his nose. Indeed, his apartment may have had more advanced, state of the art, appliances, but hers sure cost the hell of a lot less.  She noticed the medieval weapons on his wall. “What are you looking for?” he asked as he stood behind her. He could smell the “Eternity” oil on her neck. “A crossbow,” she said, her eyes darting. “Oh, here,” he pointed. “OOOOhh,” she said. The thought of that huge thing being rammed up someone’s ass made her cringe. “Antoine, I wonder about you, sometimes,” she joked. He chuckled. “You thirsty?” “Yeah?” He went into the kitchen.  She spied the aquarium. “Oh, my,” she said upon walking towards it. “Oh, yes, that’s the fish tank I told you about- $6,000,” he said while pouring her a glass of grape juice. “$6,000? Good lord, that’s a lot of money!” she sqwaked. She held her chest. “And you have a Chinese Tailbar Lionfish, those things are hard to come by.” He nodded. He gave her the juice. “Thanks,” she said. He stroked her hair. “The fish was $300.” She nearly choked. He softly patted her back. “You okay, Bell?” he asked. She waved it off. “Yeah,” she said weakly. “Do want to see it, eat?” he asked. “Sure, why not?” she shrugged. Antione had a separate bowl of  little goldfish. He skillfully picked out one victim and held it over the huge tank. He immersed the fluttering fish to meet its doom. The lionfish gobbled it up. ”See, he’s as greedy as you are,” he said. “Shut up!” she said smiling as she swatted at his chest. “My clients find it erotic when they eat each other.” She almost spit that time. “Whoa!” he said as he took the glass from her and put it on a coaster. “I meant when the fish eat each other,” he said, rubbing her back. “I knew that,” she said sheepishly.  Antoine took her hand and they sat down on his huge, gray couch. “I like your apartment better than mine,” he confessed. He turned on the TV. “Space Ghost is on!” she said happily. She laid her head in his lap. He felt so comfortable with her. He had never met such a down-to –earth, crazy girl. He stroked her temple. “Why? You’re apartment isn’t exactly a cardboard box in the alley.” He sighed. “You’re apartment has life; it has you.”  “My apartment just has…” “The scent of sex coming out of the bedroom, close the door or spray, please!” she said covering her face. “Are you serious?” “Heck yeah, you’re probably immune to it; you need to check your girls out a little bit better.”  He rolled her off his lap. She hit the floor with a gentle thud. “Damn! Antoine!” she bellowed. “Always manhandling me,” she scolded. Antoine burst into his room. She was right. Quickly, he ripped the sheets off the bed and began to spray. After he was done, he saw her still lying on the carpet. “What are you doing?” he asked. “You rolled me off your lap and this is how I landed. Now, I can’t move,” she said. Antoine got down on his hands and knees and rolled her flat on her back. ”Ow” she muttered. She noticed that Antoine was looking at her. “What the hell are you staring at?” she said. She  mushed him in the face as she sat up. “I was staring at your eyebrows,” he lied. “My eyebrows don’t connect, darling,” she said. “They made need a shape up , but no unibrows here.” “You look like Angelina Jolie,” said Antoine as he got up and sat down on the couch beside her. “Thank you, Billy Bob,” she said playfully hitting him on the knee. Antoine could not contain himself. He reached over and snatched Reyjah in his arms. She didn’t protest. Can’t fight, am weak, she thought. Full bottom lip, much experience. Antoine’s lips came down on hers. She pressed her lips against his. His tongue caressed her bottom lip. She opened up and let him in. She could feel herself falling back against the pillows. His tongue was exploring her mouth. His hands were sliding underneath her tank top. Did I even wear a bra? Or did this thing have a built in bra? She felt Antoine’s hands on her breasts. Built-in bra. His thumbs began flicking her nipples back and forth. She grabbed onto either side of the couch. No one had ever touched her in this manner before. Antoine was actually her first kiss, but he couldn’t tell. She seemed skilled to him. The way her tongue teased and played with him. He would have loved to  be that spoonful of Haagen Dasz. He reluctantly left her mouth and trailed a wet line down her throat. His tongue wrapped itself around a nipple. She let out a shriek. He began sucking on it. Please, no hickeys, she thought. When that nipple was erect, he went and did the same to the other. She let out a moan. Where did that come from?  She felt weird sensations in between her legs. All of a sudden the phone rang. “Dammitt!” he said. He looked at Reyjah, she only shrugged. “Might be a late-night booty call,” she said casually.  Antoine reached behind his head and answered the phone. Reyjah pulled her tank top back down. “Hello?” “Yes?” “$25,000?” “But…” He looked at Reyjah.  She nodded. “All right, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” He dropped his phone on the floor. “Reyjah…” “Ant, look, I know you and I ; the thought of us; it’s mission impossible,” she said. “Your career came before I did. You’re not even sure how you feel about me. You may just feel really comfortable with me, and you think it’s feelings, but it’s not. I serve as an outlet.”  She stood up and looked around for her shoes. “What do you mean, by that?” he asked. She found her shoes over by the door. She sat on the floor and began putting them on. “What do you do with an outlet, Antoine?” “You plug things in.” “And take them out when you don’t need them anymore. Like I said. I don’t want to put any unnecessary stress on you, and I am willing to be a good neighbor and serve as your hairdresser. But if you think I’m going to let you kiss me, and lick me when you need to get your rocks off…fuggedaboutit.”  When she opened the door, he stared at her. “I hate you so much right now,” she said before she walked away. Antoine closed the door and leaned against it. “I hate you too, Reyjah.”


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