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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 6: Special Delivery


    It was an FTD Deliverer. The freckle faced kid’s eyes were wide; a beautiful, brown-skinned, muscular maiden stood in the doorway wearing only her unmentionables. “Yes?” she said. “Umm…Umm….Uh..he was holding a bouquet of gorgeous amaryllis and attar lilies. There was even a Bird of Paradise in the center. “This is for you,” he blurted. “You have really nice…abs!”he said, lifting his eyes from her cleavage. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said. “But are you sure this is for me?” “Yeah, I’m positive,” he said. She pulled a $10 bill from inside her bra and gave it to him. “Thanks,” she said. “No, ma’am, thank you!” said the kid. As he walked away, he tripped, and fell into the complex’s koi pond. “Ooh!” she said. She set the flowers down and ran over to the pond. She helped him to his feet. “You okay, kid?” she said. “Yeah, I’m great!” he said. Whoa, wait till everyone at school hears about this. “What is all the commotion?” said Antoine. He had the nerve to come out wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. Reyjah sucked her teeth at him. “Go back to work!” she said snidely. Antoine watched Reyjah practically lift the kid up out of the pond. He was drenched and so was her pretty underwear. “Oh, come now, Ms.Bennett, can’t you get a man your own age?” Can’t you get a woman with her own chest?” The delivery kid sensed the tension. “I had better go,” he said. “Thanks! Again!” the kid did cartwheels to the FTD van. Reyjah shook her head. “I did a lot for his self-esteem,” she reckoned. “Gee, maybe he’ll ask me to the prom?” she said with a comical face.  “I’ll bet pizza delivery men fight over who gets to bring your order,” said Antoine. Reyah crossed her shoulders. Her body was hard and soft, he expression was smooth yet rough. The woman was the embodiment of a paradox. He liked her toes. They were sparkly with silver and blue glitter. “Don’t you believe in clothing?” he asked. Please say no. “I could ask you the same thing, Oh Great Lovemaker; seeing that you do your best work in the nude.” she retorted. Good crack. I’d love to work on you, he thought. “Would you like to see my fish tank?” he asked. “Eeew..” she made a face. “No really, insolent one, I have a fish tank,” he said. “Let me guess, on those days that the submarine isn’t manned, you show them the fish tank?” she asked. “My submarine always has a good crew, Ms. Bennett, trust me. Got plenty seamen,” “Ohhhhh!!!!” she said covering her face. Filthy Porno Dirty Funky Trash! “Hold up a minute!” she said. She ran to her doorstop and retrieved the flowers. “I think these were delivered by mistake,” she said. “They’re really beautiful, though. I love lilies!” Antoine was pleased by her modesty ; character -wise, that is. “ A peace offering,” he said. “You don’t mean a piece of ass offering?” she said snidely. “A stubborn ass, offering.” “A dumbass offering.” “A kiss my ass, offering.” “A hairy ass, offering.” “Hey, I wax my ass, every two weeks,” he said. Reyjah laughed. “You still don’t like me, do you, Ms. Bennett?” asked Antione. “I’ll answer you when I can sit down again,” she said. “Thank you, Mr. Laconte,” she added grinning. When she turned to walk away, Antione watched. After she closed the door he said, “I hope you never sit again.”


    Reyjah arranged the flowers in a back lacquer vase. No one had ever sent her flowers. True, when she competed a few people threw them to her, but this was an entirely different situation. She placed the vase in the center of her coffee table.


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