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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 26: Curses! Foiled Again



    Reyjah and Antoine would spend time together when they could. She didn’t want to get attached too soon. Most of the time, she would drive her own car and meet him places and come home after every date. They would go out for pizza, rent movies, play video games, watch cartoons, and go running on the beach. They especially loved shopping together. Once, they even sparred against each other at a boxing gym. Antoine was pleasingly surprised that men and women could have fun without having sex. As he started learning more and more about her, the more severe his attraction became. She could recite Shakespeare, collected Prince CDs and was afraid of cockroaches. She loved to breakdance to old school hip-hop. Her favorite actress was Angelina Jolie and her favorite Disney character was Princess Jasmine. Go figure. She could also sing Guns’ N Roses. Her favorite fragrance was Eternity for Men, and she kept Antoine well stocked. Hell, she wore it herself.
    During the weeks that followed, Reyjah thought her little plan had been working. Antoine was getting very comfortable with her.  Whenever he came in for a trim or deep condition, he would tell her about his latest tax-deductible trysts. He would even ask her for her opinions.

    “Rey, can I ask you something?” he said. Rey was giving him a trim. His hair was growing out rather quickly. She heard a familiar song on the radio. “Oh, hell yeah!  Pre-bitch Destiny’s  Child !” She ran over to the stereo “No, No, No” was playing.  Could that song have come for a more appropriate situation? “Boy I know you want me/I can see it in your eyes/but you keep on frontin’/Won’t you say what’s on your mind…”, she sang. Antoine shook his head. “Now, you were saying?” she asked. Antoine could not help but notice her cleavage. She was wearing a blue deep v-neck shirt with quarter-length sleeves, boasting those wonderful arms. Her black, bell-bottom pants were low-cut, so her navel rings were exposed. He wanted to reach out and lick circles around her navel. Her abs  were perfect. Hell, she was perfect. At least to him. She lifted up a section of his hair and began snipping. “What do women like from sex?” “Orgasm.” “Other than that?” “You’re asking me this?” “You are a woman right?”  She looked down her shirt. “If not, then I’m a man with awfully big titties.”  He laughed.  She was a woman all right. Curses, foiled again. Damn.  “I think women probably want more intimacy than they want sex,” she said, kicking fallen hair from a blue leopard-print boot. “Can you explain?” “There’s more to sex than just hitting on the G-Spot, Ant. Batteries not included, by the way.” He chuckled.  “You gotta kiss here, nip there, put yourself in her position for a change. No pun intended.” He laughed softly. She combed hair toward his face. “But then they’ll think I’m in love with them,” he said. “Maybe, but you gotta let ‘em know, your dick’s got a price tag, but your heart doesn’t.”  “That’s a brutal analogy,” said Antoine. “But am I right?” she said. She put down her scissors and picked up Susie. “It’s not like I can call you and say, “Antoine, I’ll give you $25,000 if you give me your heart?”  Prince’s song “Kiss “ was on the radio. “Don’t have to be rich, to be my girl…don’t have to be cool to rule my world…,” she sang in a high –pitched voice. Antoine busted out laughing. “Whoa man!  Be careful! Don’t get yo’ head cut off!!”  “Sorry, it’s not my fault you are silly as hell!” said Antione in his defense. “Oh, I’m silly huh?” She made a crazy face. “Just want yo’ extra time and yo …da dad ada da..kiss!” she sang with Prince. You never seem to want my kisses, said Antoine.

    Reyjah was trimming Antoine’s beard for him. He loved the feeling of her hand on his face. “Okay, I gotta do the breast feed position for a second, sorry, “ she said. She pressed Antoine’s head against her chest. Oh kay!! Antoine could feel himself getting aroused. His mouth was inches away from her breast. She quickly let his head go. Damn! He thought. She shut of the trimmers and put them back on her station. He wanted that woman badly. She came back and unhooked the styling cape. “You like?” she asked. “Ohh, yeah, trust me, I like.” “What time are you picking me up for Kamikaze’s?” “7:30.” “Oh-kay!”  He gave her a hug. “Thanks, Bellissima.” A good hug. She could feel him sigh against her neck. No matter how hard she fought, she always wanted to surrender.  “Your welcome.”

    “You look nice,” he said as she opened the door. She was wearing a cranberry-colored midriff top with a scoop neckline and matching snakeskin jacket. Her jeans were dark blue Sergio Valente’s and her shoes matched her jacket. She had wet her hair and airdried it, letting her natural waves show through. Her makeup was smoky eyes with black and brown shadows, and her lips were glossed with burgundy. Her earrings were big, gold hoops. He gave her a hug. “You smell good,” she said, her arms lingering around his neck. She loved his warmth. He could feel himself becoming aroused. She stepped back and sat down in the car. “Mind if I keep the top down?” he asked. “Not at all,” she said, it’s your car.” He was wearing a dark olive, v-neck shirt with short sleeves, showing off his wonderful arms. His pants were neatly –pressed chinos. “You look good, too,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. He wanted to grab her at that moment. Instead, he started the ignition. “I have you to thank for that, Bellissima,” he said , letting her pet name roll off his tongue. She could feel her insides turning to mush. Lord, give me strength, she prayed.


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