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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 32: Don’t Use Public Showers!


    She drove them to the boxing gym. She was playing her Nelly Furtado CD. When she sang the “Get Ur Freak On” remix, Antoine burst out laughing. “What?” she said. “Those little noises.” “What about ‘em?” “Is that your mating call?” “Don’t get a bow dropped on ya!” said Reyjah through a laugh. “You should know about my mating call, by now, you wascally wabbit!!” Antoine laughed. She had changed into a gray sports bra and navy blue drawstring pants. She managed to find her gray New Balances in her dirty-assed room. She had tied her hair in a ponytail. She not was worried about being sexy in the boxing gym. She glanced over at Antoine. Even in a black tank top and dark gray sweats he was sexy. She shook her head. Whatever. Stop all that before you run into a tree. When she pulled into the parking lot, she heard music. “It was ‘Candy Girl,’ by New Edition. “That’s a song from my childhood!” she said as she turned off her Navigator. “Uh-oh!” said Antoine as he got out on his side with gym bag in hand. She locked the vehicle with her remote. “I think I feel like dancing, babe!” she said as she ran ahead of him. He laughed, “Reyjah, you are going to be the death of me.”

    Sure enough, some teenagers were breakdancing to ‘Candy Girl’. “What’s going on,” Reyjah asked to a pretty Puerto Rican, girl. “We do this all the time, we just like to have fun,” she said. “You break?” “I break!” “Well, go break!”  When the previous dancer was done, Reyjah did a front flip and began her impromptu routine. She could do moves,  that didn’t seem humanly possible. She even clasped her arms behind her back and rotated them to the front. Antoine’s eyes got huge. “Oh…that was hot!” Someone said. Reyjah  did a handstand and walked on her hands, then she brought her legs down in a backward extension. “That chick is badass!!” a kid replied to Antoine. “Is that your girl?” “She’s my hairdresser,” said Antoine proudly. “Man, you are lucky, she’s fine as hell.” Antoine laughed. “Thanks, man,” he said.

    Reyjah was jabbing the hell out of the heavy bag. Recently, Arianna had trained her in both boxing and kickboxing as well. Antoine was holding the other side. The girl had an iron fist with a body to match. She took a break. “Damn, remind me to stay on your good side,” said Antoine. He gave her a bottle of water. She squirted it on her face.  She was soaked in sweat. Boxing will do that to you.  She felt a tap on her shoulder. A man of about 40 who resembled a muscular Robert Redford was standing behind her. “Yes?” she asked. “Are you Reyjah Bennett?” “That depends, do I owe you money?” she said.  She sipped her water. “Actually, Ms. Bennett, I owe you money,” said the gentleman. “What is this noise you bring to my ears?” she asked. Antoine chuckled. “Are you from New York?” “Yeah?” “Did you send slides to RockHard International?” “Yep.” “Well, I used those slides for an upcoming issue.” Reyjah almost choked. Antoine gently patted her back. “She’s all right,” he assured. “I’m Roger Canady, the editor. I am starting a women’s fitness magazine called Iron Siren. I would like you to be my cover model.” “Me? May I ask why me and not some bleached, boob-injected, blue-eyed blonde?” Reyjah asked curiously. “Like you, I’m tired of the same ol’ stuff,” Mr. Canady explained frankly. “Get’s boring. You, however, exude strength, energy, and beauty. Your gorgeous too, so that helps a lot.” Reyjah laughed. Mr. Canady noticed Antoine. “Sir, have you ever modeled before?” Antoine shook his head. “Would you like to? I’ll pay you $1,000 an hour.” “Hot damn!” said Reyjah, looking at Antoine, who was awestruck. “And you do realize that photo shoots usually take a very long time; 12 hours at the least.” Roger Canady gave Reyjah and Antoine his business card. “Reyjah, I will be calling you, and sir, please consider my offer.” “Thank you, Mr. Canady,” said Reyjah as she waved to him. Antoine was silent. “It’s something to think about, Ant.” He nodded.

    Reyjah gripped the shower head tightly. They were making love in the men’s locker room. Luckily, not many people used the public showers. And for good reason.  Antoine had made his passionate claim on her body. Her back arched in ecstasy when her peak was met. Antoine smiled to himself.


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