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What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?… Chapter I: This Is Not The Popsicle I Wanna Suck On

Meanwhile, after returning home and warming some food in the microwave, Virginia laid in her bed to watch some tv. And after not being that interested in the current programming on tv, she began browsing the web on her phone. And she spent around fifteen to twenty minutes scouring through Amazon deciding on if she would purchase some books to add to her library… And at this time, Virginia wasn’t that enthused with her options. So she went to the notes section of her phone to check out the books that Michael had recommended to her…

And after thinking about it for a minute or so, Virginia decided to check out, “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”… The title was intriguing, and she was actually interested in what was Miss Hurley really thinking about?…

And the story started out rather bland…

Miss Hurley was at a neighborhood get together… And she was sitting at a table with a neighbor in conversation, but it was mostly one way, as she just sat there and stared into the oblivion, while consuming a popsicle…

So anyway, the neighbor that was sitting with Miss Hurley had to leave to go do something, and Miss Hurley asked her to go into the kitchen to get her another popsicle… And when the neighbor returned with a couple of popsicles, Miss Hurley began consuming one of them (an artificial cherry flavorBecause what’s natural these days anyway?…)…

(Writer’s Note: Here’s an interesting article about the rise of butt implants in England. It’s very caucasiancentric… But obviously a lot of people are into caucasian women… And you probably want them to have a nice sizable backside… Hence the reason for the article in the first place)

Anyway, after sitting there by her lonesome for a few minutes, Olin – A neighbor’s college age son – walked up to Miss Hurley…

“You know this is a festive celebration Miss Hurley”…

“O I’m sorry Olin… I’m just not having a good day”… Responded Miss Hurley”…

“What’s wrong”?… Asked Olin.

“Nothing… It’s just… It’s just adult issues”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“You know I am an adult Miss Hurley… I may be in the “Barely Legal” demographic, but I am an adult”… Responded Olin.

“Ah yeah… You are… You just have such an olive oil face that I forgot that you are a young adult man”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“I can assure you that I’m very experienced Miss Hurley… Having a babyface has it’s upsides

(……………)

… So what’s your issue?… Asked Olin.

Popsicles”… Answered Miss Hurley.

“Come again”… Responded Olin.

“That’s exactly the problem… I’m not cuming

Toby hasn’t been able to satisfy my… Sweet tooth the past couple of months… And I’m a woman who particularly loves her sweets… I can’t handle his recent sweet deficiency”… Replied Miss Hurley.

And then she went to take a bite out of the top of the popsicle…

“Miss Hurley… I’m saddened to see you look so sour… I mean my parents have always taught me to be a charitable young man… So if you want, I’m willing to donate my time and popsicle to help you satisfy your sweet tooth”… Responded Olin.

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“That’s very charitable of you Olin…

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… Take a seat…

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… I’m a little hot in here… I need some fresh air… If you want you can join me…”… Said Miss Hurley.

And then she got up to leave the neighbor’s house, as Olin followed shortly thereafter… And after walking around the block for a few minutes…

“Lemme see your popsicle”… Stated Miss Hurley.

And after staring at her for a hot second, Olin unbuttoned his pants, and lowered it to the midpoint of his waist and knees, as his popsicle and two scoops came into view for Miss Hurley…

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Extensive… Thick… Salacious… Invigorating… Thirst Quenching… Let’s go…”… Responded Miss Hurley.

And then Miss Hurley and Olin made their way to her home to…

And at this point, Virginia realized that, “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…” is the type of story that she normally doesn’t read… But since she’s already invested the time into it already… Might as well see where this goes…

So anyway, when Miss Hurley and Olin were inside her home, the two began making out with each other, like they were two people who really wanted to ….. … And after engaging in some foreplay, and divesting of their clothing…

“Lay down… I like to ride like a cowgirl”… Said Miss Hurley.

And once Olin was on the bed, Miss Hurley slowly got on top of his popsicle, as to not hurt him… Because you know… Miss Hurley isn’t exactly a runway model framed woman, and if she wasn’t careful, she could really hurt Olin, and his extensive… Thick… Salacious… Invigorating… And very thirst quenching… Popsicle and two scoops…

So anyway, Miss Hurley placed, “Popsicle and Two Scoops” inside of her, “Woman Oven”, and the countdown until it would melt because of the warmness officially began…

And Miss Hurley sat there for a few seconds with her eyes closed, gathering her coitus thoughts, before she slowly began gyrating back and forth… And shortly thereafter, pleasurable noises began escaping her mouth…

And Olin… He laid there enjoying the warmness of Miss Hurley’s “Woman Oven”, and the rest of her prosperous body, as he just placed his arms around her waist and enjoyed the ride…

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So by now, both Miss Hurley and Olin were into the smashing, as she placed her hands on the bedrest, and intensified her cowgirl riding… And he took his hands away from her waist, and placed them on her sensational cakes, before commencing to softly slap them…

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And then Olin said to Miss Hurley…

“Miss Hurley… I want you to turn around, so I can see more of …..”…

So Miss Hurley got off Olin for a few to turn around, as she got into the reverse cowgirl position and faced Olin’s feet… Before resuming riding “Popsicle and Two Scoops”…

And around just under two fifths of a minute later, Olin took his hands off Miss Hurley’s hips and upper sensational cakes region, and spread them as wide as you can with a supersized cake, before placing his right hand – Primarily his index finger – inside the balloon knot (And yeah… in case you don’t know what this means)… And Miss Hurley responded by uttering…

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And soon thereafter Olin took his index finger out of Miss Hurley’s creamy sensational cakes and tasted the tang of it… And yes, he’s that thirsty… And yes, Miss Hurley does have very tasty cakes… And yes, Olin did put his index finger back into the balloon knot of Miss Hurley’s sensational cakes… And this time, he spent a handful of seconds moving his hands in, out, and throughout the insides of the cakes. And Miss Hurley once again responded by…

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And she kept riding Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops” for the following handful of minutes, before he said to her…

“I’m about to ooze Miss Hurley… I’m about to ooze”…

So Miss Hurley hopped off the ride of Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops”, before seconds later, beginning to suck on it in anticipation of all that creamy goodness…

And to further stimulate Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops”, Miss Hurley placed her right hand on the two scoops, and cupped them like she was going through a carton of eggs to chose the perfect one to make that picture perfect omelet… Which caused Olin to ….. … And finally, a couple of handful of seconds later, the “Popsicle and Two Scoops” finally began oozing the creamy goodness she’s been feenin’ for the last couple of months… And it filled up her mouth like a stock model who just loves herself some chocolate cake, as Olin moaned in blissfulness…

Meanwhile, as Miss Hurley and Olin were finishing up their… “Rendezvous” in the fictional world, back in the real world Virginia was coming to the conclusion of her cuming… As her fingers were lathered with the juices of her vaginal walls from the masturbation she was doing from reading this very titillating story. And afterward, she was drained from the combination of her long work day and the reading of “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”, so Virginia turned the screen off her phone, and went to sleep…

So I’m assuming you wanna know how the Miss Hurley and Olin “rendezvous” concluded?… Because Virginia climaxed right at the time when Olin climaxed, but some interesting tidbits occurred afterward…

And after filling her mouth with Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops” creamy filling, Miss Hurley laid there on his groin for a few seconds, before…

“BITCH I HOPE YOU MADE RIGHT BY THE LORD, BECAUSE YOU BOUT TO DIE TONIGHT”!!!!!!!!!! Said a very passionate Toby.

And immediately afterward, both Miss Hurley and Olin jumped up in shock

“Bae… …..

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… It’s not what it looks like… I… I…”… Responded Miss Hurley.

“Bitch you think I’m stupid… I’ve been watching for the last few minutes…

(And after turning his attention – And just as important, his gun – towards Olin…)

… Why shouldn’t I just put one in your heart right now whippersnapper?… No that’s too easy… Stand the hell up”… Said Toby.

And after standing his just had sex naked body a few feet away from Toby, Olin said…

“Look I’m sorry you had to witness this Mr. Toby… I truly did not want you to find out about this… I am truly sorry… I saw that Miss Hurley had a problem that I thought I could fix, and… You know… You didn’t have aNeighbor Fantasywhen you were my age Mr. Toby”?…

(Writer’s Note: Here’s an extra pic… Because well… I find it interesting)

And Toby responded with a ….. stare for a few seconds, before moving his gun southward bound to his… “Popsicle and Two Scoops”…

“You got six seconds to convince me why I shouldn’t blow your nuts off whippersnapper”…

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“Look Toby… You haven’t been giving me what I need the last few monthsWhat do you expect a woman to do?… This ain’t the 1950’s Toby… A woman is not going to sacrifice her… Her pleasure because you refuse to do something about your problem”… Stated Miss Hurley.

“I told you that I’m having a problem getting it up because of work… I’m stressed as fuck right now… That’s what happens when you’re responsible for bringing home the eggs, the flour, and the milk”… Responded Toby.

“Fool… I make almost twice as much as you… I bring home the brisket and the oil to fry it in the pan for us to cook it… And I bring home the bread and condiments to turn it into a sandwich…”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“You know you don’t have to rip away my manhoodI’m a man, and it’s still my duty to provide for my woman… No matter what today’s society says”… Said an interrupting Toby.

“Just think if you had the same commitment to provide for your woman in another way, we wouldn’t be in this situation now would we?…

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Look all I ask for you is to go to the doctor and get prescribed some pills…”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“HELL NO!!!!! I’M A MAN… AND A REAL MAN DON’T NEED NO DAMN PILLS TO SATISFY HIS WOMAN”!!!!! Interrupting and simultaneously responding Toby.

And while Miss Hurley and Toby were having their dispute, Toby was ………. … Which eventually led to…

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And just where the hell you think you’re going whippersnapper?… Get your ass back in here”… Said Toby.

And as he – And his gun – was watching Olin make his way back to the bed, Miss Hurley said to her man…

“Let the boy go Toby… This is between us… He’s just a puppy”…

“O no… If he has the nuts to fuck my woman in my bed, then he has the nuts to face the consequences”… Replied Toby.

And seconds later…

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The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter VII: Lets Take A Moment And Analyze This Situation

Now because she has the type of job that requires you to put one hundred percent – Or damn close to it – of your energy into it, Virginia didn’t have time to think about the interactions she had with Michael until her break… And that’s when it hit her…

“Wait… Did I kiss Michael on the cheek?… Why did I do that?… He might think that I might have a crush on him… I mean I’m old enough to be his mother, and guys his age don’t look at women my age… Hell, men my age don’t look at women my age

But he’s the one that sat behind you, and offered you sweets, and initiated every interaction with you Virginia… I mean he’s letting you borrow his umbrella for God’s sake… That has to mean something?…

But what are you talking about Virginia… We’re talking about a damn umbrella… Not a coat or jacket or hoodie… It’s a damn umbrella… I mean he asked for your number because he wants it’s back… Not because he wants to do other things to you… Girl get real…

But what if he is actually attracted to me?… I mean he is handsome… He’s good with food, so you won’t have to spend all that time in the kitchen like you were with Kent… And he’s definitely going places… I mean why not?…

I mean you may be slightly older than the First Lady… But she’s at least one hundred and fifty pounds lighter than you… And she’s ….. ….. Okay… Don’t compare yourself to her Virginia… I mean you wouldn’t compare a rookie quarterback to an all time great, so just don’t…

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But still, big girls may not be in… Particularly big older women, but were not like the femullet either… There are men out there who prefer big girls… And some prefer big older girls… So maybe just maybe, Michael has a crush on me… And maybe those feelings are mutual”…

And while Virginia was going back and forth about whether Michael was crushing for her, or whether it’s a figment of her imagination, he had some thoughts about Virginia himself…

“So buddy… You got that kiss on the cheek earlier… Yeah, and it was grrrreat!… Like watching the team you grew up watching finally win that championship

I think she likes me… A woman doesn’t kiss you on the cheek if she doesn’t have some feelings for you… I mean would Hillary Clinton kiss Ken Starr on the cheek?… I mean short of it guaranteeing her the presidency, that’s not a scenario that I could imagine…

(Writer’s Note: I wrote this a month or so before the election, and I assumed given the other option, that HRC would become #45, but y’all know what the fuck happened… So let us just move on… And P.S. I spent the last few months saving quite a few HRC pictures on my computer so that I could use them over the coming years… And I’m still going to use them… It’s just going to be much more awkward now… And for the ….. who actually won the election – At least electorally -… Well lets just move on…)

But as I was saying… Virginia wouldn’t kiss me if she didn’t have feelings for me… And she gave me her number… She has to know that I’m gonna call to talk about a lot more than a damn umbrella… I mean she can have it… I can go buy another one for twenty bucks… And she has to know that if I didn’t wanted to ….., that I wouldn’t be giving all those desserts to her for free… And those books that I suggested to her are as coy as …..

So I think it’s time for me to accelerate this process… Which brings me closer to spreading open those two supersize me cheeks, and creaming all up in that azz…

O fuck yeah… Today has been a good day… And tomorrow is going to be even better”…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter VI: In Order To Get Wet In The Future You Have To Be Dry In The Present

At five forty-one in the morning, Virginia grabbed her jacket, and walked out of her apartment to make her way to the bus stop… And she was there by herself… But still, there was a surreal silence in the atmosphere… Like something was about to go down…

And a couple of minutes later, the darkened clouds began opening, and the rain began coming down… And since all that Virginia had on was a light sweater, she was going to bear the brunt of this torrential downpour. So she tried to do as much as possible to minimize her wetness by walking under the large tree that was nearby, and standing under it

And around the time it takes to live through the beginning of a decade to the end of it of minutes later, Michael was on his way to the bus stop. And he was surprised to not see Virginia… But after taking a closer examination of the area, he saw her standing under a tree. And he thought to himself, “Why”?… And as he got closer to her, he had his answer…

“Um Virginia… Why would you come out here without an umbrella”?… Asked a bemused Michael.

And then he went over to Virginia to suggest to her to get under the large umbrella…

“I didn’t watch the news before I left, so I didn’t know that it would be raining cats and dogs”… Answered Virginia.

“I don’t watch the news either… But I check the weather app on my phone before I leave every morning”… Replied Michael.

“Yeah I have a weather app on my phone too… I just forgot to check it”… Responded Virginia.

“You’re probably glad that I showed up when I did… Or you would’ve been like Forrest Gump in Vietnam”… Said Michael.

“Yeah I’m glad you did… But relatively speaking, this tree has kept me dry… I’m damp, but not soaking wet”… Responded Virginia.

“You know it’s suppose to rain pretty much all day”… Said Michael.

“Yeah I forgot that it rained around here, because it hasn’t rained much the past few months”… Replied Virginia.

“Yeah… But I’ve learned that weather around here can be pretty weird…

It’ll be sixty five degrees and sunny one day, and a day, day and a half later, it’s twenty five degrees, with four inches of snow on the ground”… Responded Michael.

“Yeah I like it here, but that’s the one thing that I really dislike about this area… The unpredictable weather”… Replied Virginia.

“Yeah and it’s about to get cold as well… I mean it’s cold now, but I mean the cold where you don’t wanna leave your home”… Said Michael.

“I can handle cold… To a certain point, but what I truly hate is snow… I walk a lot, and when it snows, that means ice ain’t that far behind… And I’m not trying to fall and bust my keister”… Replied Virginia.

“You read my mind… I hate snow because of ice… I think they call it black ice… And I like a lot of things black, but not ice

Why can’t it always be a sunny seventy something degree day… With a slight breeze that keeps you from burning up year round”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah that’s called Central Florida… I lived there for a large part of my life… It’s a beautiful area… I miss it sometimes”… Replied Virginia.

“Don’t they have hurricanes down there?… Nah I can’t live in a place where I gotta worry about that… That’s why I prefer Southern California… I gotta worry about earthquakes and wildfires, but I’m less concerned about them than hurricanes”,,, Responded Michael.

“I personally prefer not to deal with any weather effects… But I guess there’s nowhere in the world where that’s possible… At least I haven’t heard of it”… Replied Virginia.

“Yeah… Exactly…

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… Man this bus sho is late”… Said Michael.

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“So how did it go with the co-workers”?… Asked Virginia.

And before Michael could give his answer, Sycamore Route came into view. So he and Virginia got ready to board the bus… And Michael made sure to not let the umbrella down until she was completely on the bus. And after swiping his bus pass card, he went to sit behind Virginia…

“You know if you’re gonna sit behind me, you might as well sit next to me”… Said Virginia… As she turned around to tell Michael this.

“… Well okay”… Responded Michael.

And then he got up to take his backpack off, and then to sit next to Virginia…

“So how did it go with the co-workers”?… Asked Virginia.

“It went well… I’m really fond of Annie… Is she always as happy as she sounds”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah… She could cheer up even the most bitter of person… I mean she’s put a smile on my face when I didn’t feel like being bothered with anyone”… Answered Virginia.

“But yeah… Annie made a sizeable order… She said she has a big get together coming up, and she didn’t feel like baking anything… And Tiffaney ordered some stuff as well… It was a more get straight to the point convo with her”… Responded Michael.

“Well I’m happy to help you on your journey to creating your sweets empire”… Replied Virginia.

“I wouldn’t call it an empire… I’m just trying to have a business where I can live a comfortable life while doing something that I love”… Responded Michael.

“Empires are like people Michael… They come in all varieties”… Replied Virginia.

“Well what would you consider to be your empire”?… Asked Michael.

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Honestly, I’m at the age where I’ll settle for a little Mom and Pop shop on the corner of Main Street”… Answered Virginia.

“Well buildings on Main Street are quite expensive in this town… No matter what size they are”… Replied Michael.

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Exactly… Even Main Street ain’t affordable anymore”… Responded Virginia.

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“So are you gonna read your book that I always see you read on here”… Asked Michael.

“Nah I’ll read it at a later time… It’s not as engaging as conversing with you”… Replied Virginia.

Well I do like to stimulate the mind..

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… So what book are you reading?… Asked Michael.

Black Women of the Old West… It’s about…

………………..”… Replied Virginia.

(Writer’s Note: And just in case you’re wondering… No I haven’t read this book yet… But when I have the time and funds to purchase this book, then I will)

“Sounds very interesting… I’m gonna have to check it out at some point… So do you read often”?… Asked Michael.

“Yes… I read at least one book a week… I usually read when I wanna get my mind off the real world”… Answered Virginia.

“So what genres do you prefer to read”?… Asked Michael.

“… Biographies, History, Crime, Western’s… Some Sci-Fi… My reading interests are diverse”… Answered Virginia.

“Yeah I’m not much of a reader… You can probably guess that I spend most of my time in the kitchen when I wanna take my mind off things…

However, there are some books that I’ve really liked that you might be interested in”… Said Michael.

“Lemme grab my phone so I can write this down”… Replied Virginia.

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“You ready”?… Asked Michael.

And Virginia replied by nodding her head in a yes gesture…

“Okay… There’s “Walking The Dog And Feelin’ Pretty Damn Good”… That’s a story about about a woman, and the happiness she feels when she’s walking her dog… Pretty self explanatory…

Then there’s, “The Plants Enjoys Your Cat”… It’s about a woman walking outside to see her precious kitten in a compromising position… That may or may not be something that interests you…

There’s also, “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”… It’s about a woman who is deep into thought… And a guy wonders what could possibly be so thought provoking that it would cause Miss Hurley to be so engaged in those thoughts?… It’s a lot more interesting than I’m making it out to be…

Now this story is one of my favorites… It’s called, “Thighs As Large As My Desire For You”… On the surface it’s a standard woman has a crush on man story… But the more you get into it, the more saturated you’ll become…

I also have a fondness for this story… “Enduring A Field Of Thorns To Get To The Sweetest of Roses”… It’s similar to “Thighs As Large As My Desire For You”, but the genders are reversed… And to be honest, the way the author describes the woman of affection in this story is the reason why I like it so much… I wish I could meet the woman… But she’s a figment of an author’s imagination, so…

And finally, my favorite… “Conversations with Mrs. Bradshaw”… It’s about a man who’s going down the wrong path, and pretty much everyone has given up and washed their hands of him… But this woman, Mrs. Bradshaw won’t… And through the course of some conversations… Some stern, some more loving, she convinces him to turn his life around… I mean the world can be pretty cynical these days, but sometimes someone just showing you some love can go a long way”… Said Michael.

“Yeah… All you need is love, love… Love is all you need

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… You know for someone who doesn’t read much, you sure have a lot of books that you like”… Responded Virginia.

“Well what can I say… There’s certain stories that I’m drawn to”… Replied Michael.

“Well I’m gonna check these stories out… I trust your judgment”… Responded Virginia.

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Now because this conversation was as engaging as watching Nigella Lawson doing… Well, Nigella Lawson stuff, neither Michael or Virginia knew that they were so close to the complex until she saw a fast food establishment that was a couple of blocks down from it, so she knew it was time to put a bookmark on this conversation…

“You know we’re almost at work… So…”…

“Okay yeah… This was the best beginning of a workday that I’ve had in a long time”… Replied Michael.

“Likewise”… Responded Virginia.

And around forty seconds later, Sycamore Route arrived at The Complex, and that’s when Virginia was reminded that the water from the skies is still coming down like the Warriors are raining down threes on the rest of The Association… So Michael once again held the umbrella up for her – And of course himself – as the two walked into one of The Complex buildings…

“You know I have a raincoat on… You need this more than me”… Said Michael.

“… Thank you so much… I’m very appreciative of your generosity”… Responded Virginia.

And then she gave Michael a quick peck on the cheek, before she began making her way to her job… And Michael stood there emotionless for a couple of seconds… But smiling like he had just been drafted into one of the most exclusive organizations in the world in his mind… And then…

“Hey hold on there… Can I get your number… You know just in case we don’t see each other for a few days, so I can get my umbrella back”?… Michael asked Virginia… As he hurried walked to catch up to her.

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Uhhh… O yeah… It’s …..”… Responded Virginia.

And after she gave him her number…

“Okay… Thanks… I’ll talk to you later friend”… Said Michael.

“Yeah”… Replied Virginia.

And then the two stared at each other for a hot second, before heading to their respective jobs…

Not Another Lonely Holiday Season Chapter II: A Not So Lonely Thanksgiving

When Zada woke up on Thanksgiving morning, there was a nervousness to her that she hasn’t experienced in a long time… She wanted to make a good impression – As it pertains to the appearance department – on Delmar…

She wanted to showcase her curves and sexiness, but also didn’t wanna scream out that, “I’m putting so much effort into this to impress you”… She also wanted to wear something casual… But also something that didn’t seem like she didn’t care. So after staring in her closet for around the time of a traditional and modern sitcom – Commercials included -, and deciding on – And then deciding against – wearing a particular item, Zada finally made a decision on what to wear…

A distressed acid washed jeans that accentuate the longness of her five feet eleven framed legs, that she’s been dying to wear for an occasion like this… A black and white floral blouse, and some creamed colored open toed pumps to put the punctuation on the casual sexy look that she was looking for…

And to add another punctuation to her look, Zada decided to spray on some of her Adrion Nichols perfume, and put on her turquoise teardrop earrings as well…

 

Meanwhile, over at Delmar’s place, he didn’t know how to feel about going over Zada’s place… He was afluttered about getting to know more about her (even tho at The Quiet Castle Dollar Store, he doesn’t say much to her)… But he also didn’t wanna get his expectations up, just for it to be popped like Scott Walker’s 2016 presidential bid

Through the years, Delmar has learned – The hard way –  not to get his hopes up as it pertains to dealing with humans with the XX Chromosomes

So anyway, when two o’clock arrived, Zada was sitting at her dining table chewing on some bubble gum, in her carefully selected outfit waiting for Delmar to show up…

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Twenty minutes had passed, and Zada was still sitting at her dining table chewing on some – Now very stale ass – gum waiting for Delmar to show up… Or at least to give her a call…

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Another twenty minutes had passed, and Zada was still sitting at her dining table… Except now with a sadness look on her face… She felt stood up. She felt unwanted… And that sadness continued for the next couple of minutes, until suddenly, her phone began playing a dope ass ringtone, and Zada instantly knew it was Delmar (because she chose that tone specifically for him)…

“Hey I’m sorry for being late… Something came up and I won’t be there until three”… Said Delmar.

Please don’t stand me up… Pleeeaaase…”… Is what Zada was thinking… But what actually came out of her mouth was…

“Okay… I’ll see you in around twenty minutes”…

And after their quick convo, Zada went to the bathroom to freshen up, and to make sure she was on the fleekish of fleek for Delmar…

And at three o’clock, the intercom in Zada’s apartment began …..

“Hey it’s Delmar… Can you buzz me in”?… Asked Delmar.

And Zada did just that, and then said to him…

“Apartment 203”…

And a couple of minutes later, there was a knock on Zada’s door… And it was Delmar, and she let him in… And they gave each other a casual friendly hug, before he went on to say to her…

“Sorry for being late, but I had to catch the end of the game… I didn’t expect it to be so good, because the home team has been like the last decade of the music charts

“I forgot all about the game… Who won”?… Asked Zada.

“The road team… Like they always do on Thanksgiving… The next game will be starting in about thirty minutes…

So you like football”?… Asked Delmar.

“Since I was a kid… It’s the only sport I watch”… Answered Zada.

“I don’t know if you mind, but I brought a sweet potato pie and some whipped cream with me… We can have these for dessert”… Said Delmar.

“Okay… You can put those on the table over there… I haven’t had sweet potato pie in a while”… Responded Zada.

And as Delmar was walking over to the table to put the sweet potato pie and whipped cream on it, Zada made her way to the kitchen to go to the fridge to grab a pack of turkey deli meat and some bread. And Delmar had a, “Are you really serious” look on his face, before going on to say…

“This it”?…

And Zada had an embarrassed look on her face, before getting herself together, and saying…

“Iiiiiiiiii reeeaaally can’t cook… I usually eat out or buy food that I can warm up in the microwave or stove”…

“Well do you have anything in your fridge or pantry”?… Asked Delmar.

And Zada spent the next few minutes looking around her kitchen for some food items, and eventually came up with some rice, ground turkey, cheese slices, a bag of frozen sweet peas, and a jar of jalapeno slices…

“Is it alright if I try to make something outta this”?… Asked Delmar.

“Sure… Knock yourself out”… Replied Zada.

So Delmar went to Zada’s kitchen to start making a meal out of the food items that Zada had presented him… And as the minutes pressed on, the natural warmness of the kitchen and the heat from the stove began to show its effects on Delmar, as perspiration began pouring out his forehead. So Zada said to him…

“You gotta be hot in that thing”…

“It’s cool… I can handle it… But can I get a cup of some ice water”?… Responded Delmar.

And Zada just stared at Delmar for a couple of seconds, before saying to him…

“Take off the hoodie”…

So Delmar temporarily took his attention off the stove to take off his navy blue hoodie, while Zada went to the fridge to pour him a glass of ice water… And when he returned to the stove, Delmar went on to make a cheesy rice ground turkey casserole, with some peas and jalapenos mixed in for some added texture… And as for Zada, she grabbed a bottle of cola from the fridge, and the two were now ready to sit down, eat, and conversate…

……….

Zada took a bite of the casserole, and soon thereafter asked Delmar..

“You like to cook”?…

“Yeah… I didn’t in the beginning, but I’ve grown to appreciate the beauty and complexity of cooking…

The mixing of all of these individual ingredients that come together to make a beautiful cake… Or how just four basic ingredients can produce such an enticing and tasting bread

Or how long and what temperature you cook or bake something can change the texture and taste of the food… It’s very fascinating the more you sit and think about it”… Answered Delmar.

“Damn… I’ve never thought about food that way… You make it sound like the making of the Beyonce album… I just see food as something on my plate that I eat”… Responded Zada.

And both she and Delmar chuckled for a few seconds, before he went on to ask her…

”So speaking of food… What are some of the foods you like to eat”?…

Meat, meat, and more meatTurkey, chicken, beef, pork… I like deer meat, but it’s an acquired taste… And when I’m down south visiting family, a gator po boy ain’t bad either… Particularly with BBQ sauce”… Answered Zada.

And Delmar stared at Zada with a, “I kinda regret asking that question” look for a couple of seconds before saying…

Well okay then… I used to be a meat lover, but as I’ve gotten older, my taste has changed. The only meats I eat regularly are chicken and turkey… But I mainly eat fish”…

“Any particular reason why you don’t eat as much meat”?… Asked Zada.

“Well yeah… I don’t trust the companies that make the meat we eat… I can give examples, but were eating right now, and this is something that shouldn’t be talked about while doing that”… Replied Delmar.

“Yeah.. You’re right about that… That’s a topic for another time… So do you have anything against any drinks”?… Asked a somewhat snarky Zada.

And Delmar stared at Zada for a few seconds before he began chuckling, and soon thereafter answered…

“I try to keep it as natural as possible… Fruit juices… Apple, orange, grape, pineapple… Juices like that… Also I’ve just gotten into almond milk… I thought it would taste like watered down milk, but it actually tastes really really good. I prefer it over cow milk now”…

(Writer’s Note: You wouldn’t think that such a mundane “Watered Down Milk” Google search would produce such serious results… But that’s just the way it is these days huh)…

“I don’t really mess with milk… Don’t like the taste of it… Unless it’s chocolate… But I mostly drink soda… I know I should cut back, but… I do love drinking cranberry juice… I don’t remember when I started liking it, but you put that with some vodka, and it’s… Whew”… Responded Zada.

“I’m not an alcohol drinker… Hate the taste. Hate the way it makes me feel… But I know a lot of people love the turnt up feeling… So to each its own”… Replied Delmar.

Life without alcohol?… I ain’t tryin’ to live in a world where I can’t get turnt every now and then… Gotta get ya mind your mind off life’s problems”… Responded Zada.

“So what kind of alcohol you drink”?… Asked Delmar.

Vodka, hennessy, tequila, champagne, cider… But not beer… Hate the taste, hate the… Everything”… Answered Zada.

“You smoke”?… Asked Delmar.

“What”?… Replied Zada.

“You know do you smoke…”?… Asked Delmar again.

“I know what you was asking… But smoke what”?… Asked Zada.

“Cigarettes… Herb”?… Replied Delmar.

“Cigarettes… I hate to admit it, but I smoke more than I want to… When I’m stressed… But I’m trying to quit all together… Not tryin’ to deal with the consequences of smokin’ years from now…

Now herb… Nah not really… I mean every once in awhile with a friend, but I don’t have anything against it… You”?… Asked Zada.

“Took a few puffs of a cigarette when I was a teenager and hated it… It smells, gets into your clothes, hair… Gives you bad breath, funky teeth… There’s very few things in life that I hate more than cigarettes…

And as for herb… Never smoked it… It kinda smells for me… Not as awful as cigarettes, but for something people like so much, you would think someone would do something about that strong aroma… I can’t inhale anything that smells so …..

But if someone ever did something about the smell… I’ll probably begin to indulge in it”… Answered Delmar.

“You’re really sensitive to smells aren’t cha”?… Said Zada.

“I guess… But I don’t eat, drink, or mess with anything that stinks… My believe is that if it stinks before you ingest it, then why would it taste good?… You know like chitterlings

My mom loved them… Why?… I don’t know… They look like a creature from a far off planet, and they smell like… You know ….. But she loved them… And she had the house smelling like… You know ….. for days… I really didn’t like her during that time… She eventually stopped eating them when she saw how upset they made me”… Replied Delmar.

“I’ve never eaten chitterlings, but I have the same type of hatred for goat meat… My mom made some form of it almost every other night… I know she and my sister loved it, but I was like enough already… Give me something different every once in awhile like beef, chicken, or pork… But my mom told me…

‘I pay the bills around here, so I decide what gets eaten in this house’!…

So you know… What choice did I have”… Responded Zada

“Yeah I understand… But at least we’re grown now… We can decide on what we wanna eat”… Replied Delmar.

“Yeah… That’s true”… Responded Zada.

And after around two thirds of a minute of ………., Delmar said to Zada…

“I didn’t wanna say anything earlier, but you look real good in those jeans”…

And at this particular moment in time, Zada was melting inside like a chocolate candy bar on a hot day… She was hoping for a comment like this when she picked these jeans hours earlier, but actually hearing Delmar say it was better than she could’ve image… But on the outside, she didn’t show any excitement for the comment… She just simply replied with a…

Thank you… I greatly appreciate the compliment”…

And while Zada was in delight from Delmar’s comment, he looked down in the direction of her feet to view her cream colored open toed pumps…

“Please tell me you didn’t wear those just for me?… You have to be uncomfortable wearing those at home…”… Said a curious Delmar.

Uncomfortable… Nah… I wear these around here at least a couple of times a month… And today is just one of those days that I felt like wearing them”… Answered Zada.

Okay that last sentence by Zada is just plain ole bullshit… The only part of it that wasn’t BS were the first couple of words… Although she wasn’t exactly feeling cozy in them either…

“I get it… I guess this is like when women put on makeup and dress out when they don’t have to… Because it makes them feel good… There not doing it for a man, they’re doing it for themselves”…

Yeeeaaah… Exactly”… Replied a Zada who wasn’t thinking in that mindframe… But that answer sounded many more times empowering than the one she’s thinking

(Writer’s Note: I tried searching for a pic, vid, or meme that would make a more accurate description of the previous link… But after ten to fifteen minutes, I said the hell with it, and just went with the link above)

“You know I’ve been wondering something for awhile… Why do you women wear those types of jeans?… I mean they’re definitely sexy, but particularly this time of year… You have to be as cold as a dolphin in buffalo”… Said Delmar.

“Well I’m inside… And my thickness keeps me warmer than some other females”… Replied a snarky Zada.

Well I don’t have anything to say to that

……….

… You know if there’s a shirt or hoodie version of that blouse?… Because I would be interested in picking one up and adding it to my collection”… Asked Delmar.

“Nah I don’t know… But now that I think about it, this would be dope as a shirt, dress, skirt, or even a hoodie”… Responded Zada.

“Yeah I have a lot of hoodies… Around twenty or so… I just love them… I love how they feel on me”… Said Delmar.

“Well I have a lot of earrings… So we all have our passions don’t we”… Replied Zada.

And Delmar just stared at Zada for around a half minute or so, before saying to her…

“You are very beautiful… You know you really do have a resemblance to Lupita… I love your natural hair, deep chocolate mahogany skin… I mean you’re taller and thicker, but still the facts are the facts”…

……….

… Ummm… Thank youuu… I… I…

………. ………. ……….

… You know… There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile now…

When you walk into the store, you always look so sad… Like you just found out that your dog died… You have a beautiful smile… The few times I see it”…

And Delmar responded by staring at Zada for a handful of seconds, before plainly saying to her…

“Because I’m not happy”…

And Zada’s “Interesting” facial expression suddenly changed to a, “Wow… This got heavy real quick” tone… So all she could say was…

“Oh”…

“I’m sorry to be a Debbie downer… I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna hear about my problems… You’re a grown woman… You have your own issues”… Said Delmar.

“No it’s okay… You wanna talk about it?… Sometimes it helps to talk to someone about it”… Replied Zada.

And Delmar stared at Zada for a few seconds before saying…

I miss my mom… I miss her so much”…

“When did she pass away”?… Asked Zada.

“It’s been a while… Five and a half years… But I still miss her like it just happened yesterday… She’s the only person who’s truly loved me”… Answered Delmar.

“What about your father and the rest of your family”?… Asked Zada.

“I don’t like thinking about him… And I’m not close to my family either… I don’t have beef with them, but I ain’t in love with them either… I haven’t forgiven them for pretty much trying to bully me into having a relationship with my father…

You know when you see a woman sitting next to a man on kiss cam at a game, and the crowd eggs her on to kiss him even tho she doesn’t want to

(Writer’s Note: Not exactly what I was looking for… But close enough)

… That’s what I feel like my family has been doing to me for years as it pertains to my father”… Replied Delmar.

“Sorry to hear that… But I understand where you’re coming from… You ain’t the only one who has issues with family”… Said Zada.

And the two spent the next minute or so staring at each other in a way and eating on the casserole, before Delmar resumed the conversation…

“You know I really thought about not coming here because I thought you were messin’ with me”…

“Why would you think that”?… Asked a genuinely perplexed Zada.

“Women don’t talk to me… I’m invisible to y’all”… Replied Delmar.

“Are you a virgin”?… Asked Zada.

“No… But I check my dick every once in awhile just to make sure it’s still there”… Replied Delmar.

And Zada was so caught off guard by that answer, that she had to quickly drink some of her soda to prevent herself from choking on the casserole, as her eyes became red and watery…

“Are you alright”?… Asked a concerned Delmar.

“Yeah… ….. I’m… ….. Okay…  It’s just that… ….. … I’m sorry for laughing at your issues… But that was just too funny…

(And after it took around a half a minute or so for her to get back to – Almost – normal, Zada continued her statement)

… I understand where you’re comin’ from…

I haven’t had a good history with men… Been cheated on a couple of times… And for the longest, I blamed myself for their actions

Did they cheat on me because I can’t cook?… Did they cheat because I wasn’t beautiful enough?… Did they cheat because I Was too monotonous in the bedroom?… Had I been willing to get my freak on more, would that had prevented them from looking elsewhere?…

But I eventually realized that it wasn’t me… They were just low down dirty dogs… That needed to be put down”… Replied Zada.

“Wow… Talk about bad luck”… Said Delmar.

“Yeah… But believe it or not, they weren’t the worst men I’ve been with…

Kevin… Kevin… Where do I even start…

He used me… Financially and sexually… He almost never had a job… And when he did, it was only for a couple of weeks… So I paid his phone bill every month… With the exception of a month or two, and I bought him some expensive ass shoes… Because anything not Jordan or LeBron would be like wearing grandpa shoes

And for a skinny ass nigga, Kevin ate like a fucking elephant… I go to the store and fill the fridge up on Monday, and it’s fucking empty by Saturday… And he never eeeva tried to fill it back up…

Kevin really is the definition of a fuck nigga”… Responded Zada.

“So why did you stay with him for so long”?… Asked Delmar.

“Because… Because… He was a world class pipe layer… I know it’s shallow, but it’s the reason why I put up with his shit for so long… His cunningus game was so good that it inspires you to write a story about it…

And to add the proverbial icing on the cake, Kevin always told me that he loved me and that he will be a better man during and afterward…. And I was so lost in the afterglow, that I forgot that he was a 24 karat fuck nigga… Which he went back to a day or so later…

And to make a long story short, even tho the sex was P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L, I knew I had to end it with Kevin… At some point I came to the realization that he was never gonna change, and that he loved his boys more than me… In fact, he didn’t love me at all… He just loved what I gave him

So I had to call Tyrone on his tired ass”,,, Responded Zada.

And it took a just over a second after her statement for Delmar to burst into laughter… And Zada was wondering, “What’s so funny”… And it took her a few seconds to realize why he was laughing his ass off, but when she did, Zada said to him…

“Kevin’s main homie really is named Tyrone”…

And Delmar continued to laugh his ass off some more, and soon thereafter, Zada began to share in the laughter as well… And when that had run its course, she said to Delmar…

“I really do want a man, but I’d rather be alone than be with another bitch ass nigga”…

“I can understand that… You can’t have toxic leeches

(Writer’s Note: Bonus WTF video)

… In your life… But sometimes you just want someone… Anyone to be with… So you won’t feel like the loneliest person on the planet…

So you said that you have issues with your family… What happened”?… Asked Delmar.

“My mom… My mom… She’s actually the reason why I stayed with Kevin for so long… She kept pestering me about getting and keeping a man… She wants me to settle down and start giving her some grandbabies like my sister has… So I stayed with Kevin to make her happy…

But when I finally broke up with him, my mom blamed me… She brought up all of my flaws…

My ability not to be able to cook…

‘You’re almost thirty years old… How do you think you’re gonna keep a man if you can’t cook the bacon that he brings home after a long hard day of work’?…

Why can’t I look more like a woman?…

‘I know you’re not fat, but you can always afford to lose a pound or two… Or ten’… ‘Seriously Zada, what man wants to be with a woman who has a better line than him’?…

(Writer’s Note: Extra Short Hair Pic 1 and Extra Short Hair Pic 2… You’re very welcome 😉😉😉)

…You need to start looking more feminine… You need to get some extensions… Or at least get a wig for god’s sake… Get with the times… Men don’t want that Natural African look anymore’…

I’m too tall…

I can’t remember an exact quote my mom has said about my height, but I know she wished I was three to four inches shorter… My mom is a dwarf compared to me… And my sister is only a couple of inches taller… The ideal “Feminine height” according to my mom… So anyway, she thinks my being so tall is a reason why I can’t keep a man…

And then… My mom actually told me that in order for me to keep a man, I should treat him like a king… That “Men are worried their masculinity and manhood are being threatened by the advancement of women… With women making their own money and taking care of themselves and not needing men like they use to, men need to feel wanted. They need their ego stroked… Act like you don’t know how to do something even when you do… He gets to feel like a man and it validates his masculinity…

(Writer’s Note: Here’s a more interesting  – IMO – read about this subject and nice guys as well. Never would’ve thought those two demographics would have anything in common)

…I know she’s my mother and comes from a different time… But I swear ta god I really wanna strangle the life outta her at times…

(And after sitting there in silence for a few seconds, Zada continued)

…My mom has always liked my sister more than me… She’s prettier, slimmer, longer hair, fits more into the “American Standard of Beauty and Attractiveness”… Which is all the rage with you men these days… And she’s married with two children… I know that light skin bitch thinks she’s better than me”…

……….

“Do you love your mother or sister”?… Asked Delmar.

And after staring at Delmar for a few seconds, Zada took a deep breath and said…

“I honestly don’t know… I’ve never sat down and thought about it… But at this point in my life, I can’t deal with them… I mean they have been there for me at times where I had no one else… But they also are a big reason why I have so many issues in my life… I gotta focus on Zada right now… You know what I mean”?…

“I understand…

Do you still want a man?… Or have you given up on them as a whole?… Asked Delmar.

“I hate to admit it… But I reeeaaally wanna man…

I don’t need an Idris, a Morris Chestnut, or a Vernon Davis… All I want is a man who is kind, considerate, who isn’t afraid to tell you that he loves you… When he doesn’t want something from you… A man who can accept Zada Octavia Lenton as a strong, beautiful, and intelligent black woman… Who also at times needs to be told that she is beautiful… Even when she doesn’t believe it herself… A man who I can place my head on his chest and cry like I’m the Pacific Ocean into it… A man who will wrap his strong manly arms around me, and tell me that everything will be alright… I need that… I’m not strong enough of a woman to do this all by myself…You know what I’m sayin’… Said Zada.

“Precisely”… Replied Delmar.

……….

Then Delmar grabbed the sweet potato pie that he had brought with him, and asked Zada…

“You want a slice”?…

“Yeah… Sure”… Replied Zada.

So Delmar cut out a large slice of the sweet potato pie for Zada and himself, before handing her plate back to her, as he went on to put some whipped cream on his slice… And shortly thereafter, Zada took a bite of her slice, and after taking a handful of seconds to savor the taste, she said to Delmar…

“This is really good… Where did you get it from?… Because I gotta get one of these for myself”…

“I made it myself”.. Answered Delmar.

“Really”?… Asked a surprised Zada.

And Delmar replied by nodding his head in a yes gesture, before going on to say…

“I don’t go out much, and restaurants charge way too much for food these days… I mean what more can I say… I really like the satisfaction of making my own food”…

And Zada responded by chuckling for a few seconds before saying…

“Hopefully one day I’ll be able to actually cook something more than a tv dinner”…

“I actually like that a lot of women can’t cook these days… Could you imagine the number of dead men there’d be if women could cook?…

‘You “Females” can’t do this because of your “Hormones” because of that time of the month… Or I really don’t wanna hear what you have to say… Even tho you have a Bachelor and Masters degree in Science, I prefer you have a Masters in sandwich makingSo be a doll and go into the kitchen and make me a pork and bacon sandwich… With cherry tomatoes, yellow onions, romaine lettuce, and dijon mustard on it… And don’t forget to make it on rye bread… That’s my favorite’…

And then the woman would respond…

Yeah I’ll go make you a sandwich… And add a special ingredient of rat poison or ricin in it… And that’ll send your backwards thinking ass back to the 1950’s where you belong’…

So as I said… If more women could cook today, there would be so many dead men, that the UN would have to pass a Crimes Against Humanity Resolution to do something about it”… Responded Delmar.

And Zada couldn’t contain herself, as she laughed out loud for a few seconds, before going on to say…

“i wished I could’ve given a couple of my exes one of those rat poison pies or ricin turkey sandwiches”…

And Delmar responded by just staring at Zada for a few seconds, before simply saying…

“Yeah… That would’ve made your life easier huh”?…

And Delmar and Zada went on to take a few bites of their cheesy rice ground turkey casserole, before he took a look at his phone to see the score of the game…

“Well okay… The game is tied”… Said Delmar.

“Seriously?… I forgot that it was on”… Responded Zada.

And then the two shortly thereafter made their way to the front room to watch the game…

Which so happened to be midway through the third quarter at this point… With the Cowboys driving for the go ahead score… But it wound up ending in profound – But very usual disappointment ….. – …

On second down, the boys thought they had scored a touchdown, but the receiver didn’t complete the process of the catch – Even tho for the first century of the existence of the sport that was considered a catch – …

On third down, the running back was stopped at the two foot line… And on fourth down, the QB fumbled the ball as he was attempting to throw to a wide open receiver, and the other team ran the ball back ninety-four yards for the go ahead – And what would become – the game winning touchdown… And the QB fell unto the grass turf to ponder why the hell is he destined to have these plays happen to him…

The receiver had a “C’mon man… I was wide FUCKING open… But he still loved his quarterback…Because that’s his teammate

The coach had his look

And the owner… Well we don’t know whether he was upset, happy, or whatever, because his facial expression hasn’t changed in the last two decades…

(Writer’s Note… If you’re not a football fan, then the previous paragraphs won’t make any sense… And it doesn’t have any long term effects on this story… So it doesn’t matter)…

So anyway, as the game progressed, and it became clearer that it was over, Delmar and Zada continued their conversation…

“So you’re a football fan?… Who your favorite team”?… Asked Delmar.

“The Jags”… Answered Zada.

And Delmar gave her a stinky face stare for a quick second, before going on to say…

“The Jacksonville Jaguars?… How the hell did that happen?… Are you from there or something”?…

“No… I just liked their uniforms when I grew up… And I was a huge fan of the Mark Brunell, Fred Taylor, Jimmy Smith, and Keenan McCardell era… And I don’t care what anyone says, MJD is the most underrated player of this generation… And it’s because he wasn’t on a good team, and he played in a small market”… Replied Zada.

“I can’t lie, those Brunell era teams were good… Although I never liked watching them… I just found them boring”… Responded Delmar.

“BORING!!! You’re telling me that you find Brunell rearing his left arm back to throw a beautiful fifty yard touchdown to McCardell boring?…

(Writer’s Note: I spent around three quarters of an hour looking for a Mark Brunell to Keenan McCardell touchdown and couldn’t find one… Also, besides the link above, you can’t find a Mark Brunell Jacksonville Jaguars highlight montage… I really don’t know what that says… I’ll let you be the judge of that)

… You’re telling me that a second year franchise who just barely made the playoffs going into Mile High and upsetting the best team in the league isn’t exciting?…

You don’t think watching them destroy the Dolphins and sending Marino into retirement wasn’t exciting”?… Asked Zada.

“No”… Answered Delmar.

“You’re buggin’”… Replied Zada.

“I just never rooted for them… They always seemed to ruin a game I was looking forward to watch… I mean they weren’t the 97 or 98 Broncos, or the 98 Vikings, and damn sure weren’t “The Greatest Show On Turf”… Responded Delmar.

“Okay I’ll give you that… But not everyone likes the flashy and sexy… Some people like the tough, the grind, the tenacious… Like the 2000 Ravens… They’re my favorite team of all time… Although I love my Jags”… Replied Zada.

“Yeah in hindsight I really respect that team…

I’m definitely not a person who normally says this… But I miss the good ol’ days of the nineties and early two thousands… Back when you actually had to be a good QB to throw for three hundred yards… And high scoring games were a rarity and not a weekly occurrence…

I mean I still like football… But it’s just a different game now… Too much offense, not enough defense… But I guess you have to change with the time”… Responded Delmar.

“Yeah I know what you’re saying… But it’s still football and I still love it”… Replied Zada.

“You watch any other sports”?… Asked Delmar.

“No… Not really… I sometimes watch basketball with one of my girlfriends, Caryn…

(Writer’s Note: I wanted to use another word besides girlfriend, and BFF is so ….., and the female equivalent of homie is homiette… Which I’m pretty sure a caucasian came up with, because I’ve never heard a black woman – Or man – use that term… So I just stuck with girlfriend… Which just feels 1992 to 2005 ish… But whateva)

… She really has this crush on this light skin nigga… So that’s her favorite team… And she played some ball in high school… So she really likes the sport”… Answered Zada.

Basketball is actually my favorite sportI can’t play worth a lick, but I enjoy playing and watching it”… Said Delmar.

“Yeah it’s pretty much football for me… And I really don’t care about any other sport”… Replied Zada.

……….

“So what do you watch when you just wanna sit back and chill”?… Asked Delmar.

“Reality TV and Shondaland for the most part… Love and Hip Hop Atlanta, Nellyville, T.I. & Tiny, and Welcome To Sweetie Pies are some of my favorite ones…

I also like watching The Haves and Have Nots, Being Mary Jane, and of course the Shonda shows… But I honestly don’t watch much tv… I’m always busy or out with Caryn, Elaine, or someone else… Or I’m in my bed asleep”… Replied Zada.

“Yeah the best part of my day is when I put my head on the pillow at night, so I know what you’re talking about there…

But really, I watch a lot of sports… Mostly basketball and football… Watch a lot of PBS… They have a lot of interesting programs that I like watching… And I like watching a lot of nature programs… I like learning about the creatures and the environment we live in… It’s a beautiful world we live in… It’s just too bad that we’re fucking it up, and the most innocent and vulnerable are the ones who suffer from it the most…

(Writer’s Note: I couldn’t decide between the last link above and this one on which one is sadder… You can be the judge of that)

… And with all the bad news that I see on tv and read on social media and the internet every day, I’ve been watching cartoons like I’m seven years old again… But it’s the only thing I can watch that doesn’t sadden me in some way… Plus it’s actually more funnier than I remember it back in the day”… Replied Delmar.

“Wow… I haven’t watched a cartoon in forever… I think I was like twelve or something like that”… Said Zada.

“Well what can I say… Sometimes you gotta go back to your childhood to help you get through the fuckedupness of adulthood”… Replied Delmar.

And Zada nodded her head in approval, before simply saying…

“Yeah”…

And after the two sat there in ………. over the following minute…

“So what do you like to do”?… Asked Delmar.

“Huh”?… Replied a somewhat confused Zada.

“What do you like to do for fun… You know… Like activities”?… Responded Delmar.

“Oh… Okay… Nothing much really… I work, come home, sometimes go out with Caryn and Elaine, go to the club from time to time…

Oh yeah, I really like doing crossword puzzles… It helps calm me down and take my mind off shit… It’s my version of watching cartoons”… Answered Zada.

“You have a really boring life”… Said Delmar.

“I agree”… Replied Zada.

And then the two chuckled for the next half minute or so… before Delmar said to Zada…

“It ain’t like I got that much of a life myself, so you and I can just sit here and do crossword puzzles and watch cartoons…

(And the two chuckled for a handful of more seconds)

…But yeah I just mostly read and draw. I sometimes play some video games, but I ain’t into it like I use to when I was a teenager”…

“So what do you like to read”?… Asked Zada.

“Stories that interest me… It can be political, comedic, mysteries… It really doesn’t matter to me… I also like to read adult stories… It helps to expand my imagination”… Answered Delmar.

“Adult… Yeeeaaah… I read some of those type of stories… It’s much better than watching them… I’m surprised someone like you would be into that… It’s more geared towards people like me”… Said Zada.

“Well one day I was watching a video and thought to myself, ‘This is some really fake ish’, and I couldn’t get into it anymore… The horrible plot. The horrible acting, The genericism of it… I just decided that I would rather read it and let my mind take over from there…

(Writer’s Note: After doing a quick search, I’ve decided to not spend the time needed to search for those type of videos… I just don’t feel like it)

And my imagination is a lot more adventurous than I ever thought”. Said Delmar.

And Zada responded by chuckling for a handful of seconds, before saying to Delmar…

“You know something else that I like to do that I just thought of… And I can’t believe that I didn’t think of it until now, because it’s my favorite thing to do…

I like to do some photography

Every couple of months I go around town and take pics of locations and landmarks… I don’t know why I do it. I just do it because… Well because… It brings a happiness to me that nothing else really does”. ..

“So you’re a young Carrie Mae Weems”… Stated Delmar.

“I wouldn’t say that… It’s just that taking pictures reminds me of my great uncle… He was a photographer back in his days. He took pictures of people, events, stuff like that… And since it was the fifties and sixties, you know he had a lot to photograph

Anyway, to make a long story short, he gave his camera to me when I was around six or seven… I don’t remember the exact age, but he passed away a few months later from cancer… So I started taking pictures in honor of him… He meant a lot to me… The father figure I never had…

But anyway, as the years progressed I began enjoying it…

I’ve taken around a thousand pictures over the years on my great uncle’s camera… I can’t believe it still works this good after all these decades”… Replied Zada.

“It must be really challenging finding someone who develops that type of film these days”… Said Delmar.

“It’s not as easy as going out to get a new phone, but there are people out there who like that kind of photography, so it’s not as challenging as you might think it is… You just gotta know where to look”… Replied Zada.

You should take some time and travel, so you can take photographs of other places and see more of this world… I know that’s what I wanna do… When I save up enough money, I’m outta here”… Said Delmar.

“I’ve never thought about moving from here… I mean I don’t necessary like it, but it’s home… I met Elaine and Caryn here… And I don’t wanna leave them… I need them way too much”… Responded Zada.

“Well I wanna go somewhere more optimistic, warmer, beaches, by the ocean… I need a new lease on life”… Said Delmar.

“Such as?…”… Asked Zada.

“I’ve really only thought about moving to one place… And that’s Warlington…

(Writer’s Note: The following names of the cities that are about to be mentioned are cities that will be used in most of my future stories, so I’m just introducing them to you now)

… It’s always warm, it doesn’t snow there… I’m pretty sure there’s other reasons, but that’s the important one for me… And people seemed to become happier when they move there… I guess when you move from an area where snow storms are a regularity, and when you walk outside this time of year, you feel like a slab of beef in the icebox, moving to Warlington is like going from being the coach of the franchise where QB careers go to die, to finding yourself coaching the best QB in this generation”… Answered Delmar.

“Yeah I guess… But I don’t wanna live in a city that big… And although I don’t like cold weather, I don’t hate it either…

If I ever move from here, I would consider Chitroit or Bonebrand… I got a couple of cousins down there… I also have family in Claoyosa…

(Pronounced Clay-Yo-Sa… The first o is silent)

… Also, I thought about living in Vanmoor as well”… Replied Zada.

“You think Warlington is big… Vanmoor is the biggest city in the country… I could never live there… Too many peopleNot enough space… And the winters are colder than here”… Said Delmar.

“Yeah I know… But it’s the big city… The city of dreams”… Replied Zada.

“Well the city should dream about warmer weather this time of year”… Responded Delmar.

And Zada responded to Delmar’s statement by chuckling for a few seconds, before asking him…

“Are you auditioning to be the next Kevin Hart”?…

“I’m shooting for someone more higher… Eddie, Pryor, Mac… But seriously, I suck at comedy… I just say what’s on my mind, and if it’s funny, then that’s cool…

(Then after taking a quick look at his phone)

… It’s eight thirty… I Thought you were going to see your friends tonight”?… Asked Delmar.

“I’m enjoying my time here with you… I’ll see them over the weekend anyway”… Answered Zada.

And as the following handful of minutes ticked away, Zada and Delmar continued their conversation…

“I’m not interested in this football game… You know of something we can do?… Asked Delmar.

“I’ll be back”.. Replied Zada.

And then she disappeared into her bedroom for just under a minute, before returning with a deck of cards…

“You wanna play”?… Asked Zada.

“Sure… How about some Gin Rummy”… Replied Delmar.

“Okay”… Said Zada.

And as she was sitting back down, Delmar said to her…

“I haven’t played this game in almost a decade… I remember spending hours playing gin rummy with my mom… We would laugh, talk about all kinds of things… It really was just fun… I look back very fondly at that time…

Like when we would just sit back and conversate about how much we dislike my father… We did that a lot… But we also conversated about life, sports, news, just whatever… I look back on it in retrospect and realize that it was a form of therapy for myself… And probably for my mom as well”…

“I hope I’m not being insensitive… But what did your mom pass away from”?… Asked Zada.

“A blood clot in her leg…

She had an accident… She fell, severely twisted her ankle, and never recovered… Her ankle doubled in size, and she was bedridden for the last eleven months of her life… It honestly looked like her leg weighed fifty pounds… Like a Hollywood prop… It was black and blue and so unnatural looking… You had to see it to believe it…

I knew my mom was in pain… She had other health issues, but this was the one that sent it overboard… I still can’t believe that a twisted ankle eventually led to her… Her…

Honestly, when she died… I really don’t like using that word… Even after all these years… It’s just too real… But what was I talking about?… Oh yeah, when she died, it was like someone detonated a bomb inside me… I was alive, but I was like a paper mache wall… I seemed solid on the outside, but punch a hole through it, and all you see is hollow emptiness…

I really don’t like talking about my mom… And yet I do… I’m just thankful for all the years I had with her… But it makes me miss her… Like the mundane things like her yelling at me… I shouldn’t be reminiscing about when my mom whipped my butt, but yet I find myself doing just that frequently”… Replied Delmar.

“I can tell that she meant a lot to you… I don’t know if I have anyone in my life who would give me those type of emotions… I love my mom and sister… And yet I don’t… My father is nonexistent…

I guess the only two people who I would cry over and be depressed if something happened to them would be Elaine and Caryn… There my best friends… Caryn and I go way back to sixth grade… And Elaine is my sister from another father”… Replied Zada.

“Yeah it’s funny how the people who you think you would care the most about, you wind up not caring about them at all…

……….

… So what are your life goals”?… Asked Delmar.

To be happy… I’ve been so unhappy for much of my life that I would chose that over winning a one hundred million Free World Credits lottery

(Writer’s Note: In this story and the other preceding stories, Free World Credits will be the currency… And yes, just in case you’re wondering, I have huuuge plans for this)

… But I’m pretty sure you meant professionally?… And my answer to that is I live my life day to day… I don’t think long term… I might go back to school down the line, but we’ll see””… Answered Zada.

Then after around a quarter of a minute or so of ……….

Have you ever been suicidal”?… Asked Delmar.

And Zada replied with a long stare at Delmar, before saying to him…

“I don’t think so… I mean I’ve never thought about killing myself, but there have been a few times where I was like what’s the point of being alive right now… No man, no family that I’m particularly close to, no life… But every time I felt that way, Elaine, and before we became friends, Caryn pulled me through… That there’s sunshine behind all those dreary clouds in the sky”…

(Writer’s Note: This is the most disappointing Writer’s Note I may ever do… Because on the second of the four links in the previous paragraph, I was looking for a picture of a group of black women hugging each other in that “We all we got” way that I’ve been seeing on tv, online, and in magazines for much of my life… But even after going through the “Black Women Hugging (Each Other)”, Black Women Embracing Each Other, Black Women Loving Each Other, and even the “Black Love” search terms on Google and Bing… And couldn’t find one… okay it was two, but I didn’t wanna use any of those pics… Ironically, I found two or three pics of white women embracing each other in a way that I was looking for for that link – Yeah I know… The irony in such search terms… But that happens a lot in America doesn’t it -… But if you were to search for negative search terms for black women… One: It would be as long as a shopping list,,, And Two: You would have an abundance of pics to choose from… Hence why I called this the most disappointing sad Writer’s Note ever… Now let’s get back to the story and cheer you up)

“That was very poetic”… Replied Delmar.

“Thank you”… Responded Zada.

“Well I’ve never been suicidal, but I’ve felt like I don’t matter ever since my mom passed… It’s the biggest reason why I miss her… Like I could fall off the face of the planet, and no one would notice or care… And the subject that makes me feel like I don’t matter the most is women…

It’s been a lifelong struggle… From girls laughing at me when they asked each other which of them would ever consider liking me… From this girl I talked to on the phone, and when we met she had this look of ‘This is not what I was expecting’… To this time when me and this woman was talking, and we had planned to do something… But when I called her to iron out the details, I got ….. … And the worst was when I liked this woman, and we were really clicking and hitting it off… I really liked this woman… And then one day, I wanted to surprise her with some romantic gifts, when I went to her place, and caught her and my best friend… Ya know …..I don’t think I have to say how much that emotionally crushed me

My best friend, and the woman I was falling in love with… It was Jone before Jone”…  Said Delmar.

…..

And Zada stared at Delmar in a sympathetic way for a handful of seconds, before saying to him…

“Wow… I’m sorry that you’ve had such fucking shitty situations with women… I mean wow…”…

“Yeah… I’ve had some fucked up situations with women… Even if that last situation isn’t true… At least for me”… Replied Delmar.

And then he shot a ….. smile at Zada… And after a few seconds, she returned fire on him…

“Through all the years of feeling like shit, I’ve developed a midnight sense of humor… You’ve have to had live it to understand”… Said Delmar.

“Yeah all I’ve developed is the ability to listen to Mary, Beyonce,Jazmin, and Ledisi”… Responded Zada.

“We all cope in our own different ways…

But to be real serious for a moment or two… I just don’t feel good enough for women…

I feel too husky, too unattractive, too different… Like I really don’t know how to get women to notice me… I see so many men that I should most definitely be ahead of in having a partner with… But here I am still single, lonely, and not knowing if I’ll ever have a woman again…

To feel like you don’t matter to an entire gender of people… It’s a pain few people understand… Or even care to understand”… Replied Delmar.

(And after a long stretch of ……….)

… You know I’m not the only one allowed to feel like shit… You got something that makes you feel like what I talked about a few minutes ago”?… Asked Delmar.

……….)

“Besides my exes and history with men… Dating… I’ve had some ….. dates… So bad that I’ve just about thrown in the towels when it’s come to that…

I had a date a few years ago where the fuck nigga had me pay for everything… The food, the parking, the tip, the movie tickets… And then felt entitled to get some… But he wanted me to pay for the protection… Yeah…

And that’s how most of my dates have gone… Even when they’re not cheapskates, they just want to smash and nothin’ else… And online… I was on a dating site for two days, and then quit… That’s not a world I wanna be a part of…

I just can’t believe that it’s this hard to find a man who you can have a thoughtful, intelligent, and engaging conversation with, and he’s not using it as a ploy to fuck you”… Replied Zada.

“Well… I can’t speak for all men but… I can’t speak for all men”… Responded Delmar.

“Well I’m pretty jaded about men right now… Between my exes and disastrous dates, I just can’t with them right now”… Said Zada.

……….

“So do you have any pets”?… Asked Delmar.

“No… I don’t hate pets, but I don’t love them either… I’m not even neutral… I just don’t have an opinion or feelings about them”… Answered Zada.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a pet for a while, but I just don’t know which one to get”… Replied Delmar.

 

And as the next hour or so ticked away, the pace of Zada and Delmar’s conversation pretty much resembled Katherine Heigl’s career post Grey’s, as they focused more on the playing of the entertaining game of gin rummy… And eventually, Delmar looked at the time on his phone, and saw that…

“It’s ten thirty… I think I better get home now”… He said.

“You know if you want, you can spend the night here… I can set up the couch for you… I really wouldn’t mind the company”… Responded Zada.

“O that’s very kind of you… But I think I’d rather get home… I like sleeping in my own bed… But truly thank you for the offer”… Replied Delmar.

“Well… I understand”… Said a ….. Zada.

Then Delmar got up from the table in the dining area, and began making his way to the front door…

“I’m glad I showed up… It’s one of the best decisions I’ve made in awhile… I really enjoyed my time with you… We gotta do this again soon”… Said Delmar.

“I’m glad you made that decision to show up… I thought you had stood me up there for awhile… But yeah, I agree, we gotta do this again”… Replied Zada.

Then Delmar went to give Zada a hug… And she shortly thereafter joined in, as the two engaged in a long friendly hug, before Delmar left Zada’s place…

And as he was walking downstairs and out of the apartment building… And as Zada closed and locked her front door, they each had a smile on their faces that signaled that this was the best time they had had in a long time…

Not Another Lonely Holiday Season Chapter I: Zada Can’t Keep Get This Dude Off Her Mind

The typical “Customer/Employee” interaction at The Quiet Castle Dollar Store goes something like this…

Customer walks into store… Then shop around until they pick out the items they want… Then they head to the front of the store to pay for their items – And while the cashier is ringing them up, the two may engage in casual conversation -… And finally, the customer leaves the store to go on with their day…

Zada Lenton has had an approximate couple thousand or so of these “Customer/Employee” interactions in her time as a cashier at The Quiet Castle Dollar Store… But only one of those customers has she not been able to get her mind off of…

 

For the last seven months, Zada has had her eyes on this man who comes into The Quiet Castle Dollar Store almost every day… He usually walks in with some headphones on, grabs a couple of items, before walking up to the front to pay for them – And around two thirds of the time, it’s Zada who checks him out -, and soon thereafter, exits the store to go about his day…

Now that sounds pretty normal – And it is -, but there was something about the way the man walked into the store and stared at her when he went to pay for his stuff that Zada couldn’t get her mind off of… He almost always looked like his dog died, and he just looked like a loner… But despite that, Zada still wound up developing a crush on him Even when she was in a relationship with her ex… But also after all these months, there was something that she still didn’t know about the man… And that is…

“What is the your name”???

So one day, Zada mustered up some courage (she’s not shy per se… But object in mirror is closer than it appears), and sparked up a quick convo with the man…

“I see you buy a bag of these chips everyday… You really must like them huh”?… Said Zada.

“Yeah… I never thought I would be a stans for these chips… But I like the strong and zesty taste of them… And I don’t feel bad about eating them like I do with other kinds of chips”… Replied The Man.

“You know I see you walk in here every day, and I never see you smile”… Responded a smile faced Zada.

“I do most of my smiling on the inside”… Replied a stoned face The Man.

“Uh… Okay… Well I just think that expressing it outward puts you in a better mood… I know from experience… Ever since I began smiling more, I’ve been a happier person”… Responded Zada.

“I’ll try that… Thank you for the suggestion”… Replied The Man.

“Zada”… Stated Zada.

“Huh”?… Responded The Man.

“My name is Zada”… Replied Zada.

“Okay… I’m Delmar”… Responded The Man… Now known as Delmar.

And Zada just stared at Delmar’s creamy peanut butter skin toned face, and curly hair – Which was held down by his headphones – for a few seconds, before he broke her concentration by saying…

“Um… I gotta go”…

“Yeah… Okay… I guess I’ll see ya soon”… Replied Zada.

And Delmar just stared at her for a couple of seconds, before heading to the entrance door and walking out, as Zada still had her mind on him, but was now focused on the next person who was checking out now…

And although Zada and Delmar didn’t really say anything all that consequential in that mini conversation, it did open up a line of communication between the two, as they went on to conversate from time to time over the coming months… And Zada’s feelings towards Delmar went from curiosity, to a schoolgirl crush… But she didn’t know if he shared similar feelings towards her, so she kept her feelings towards him to herself, and the conversations with him casual (things going around town, tv talk, etc)…

And this went on for a couple of months, before Zada finally said to herself…

“If I don’t tell Delmar how I feel about him now… Then I never will”..

So on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, when Delmar walked into The Quiet Castle Dollar Store, Zada decided that today would be the day that she – Begins to – tell him how she feels about him… And as Delmar walked up to checkout to pay for some salt & vinegar potato chips, Zada stood there and just ringed him up… And a minute and change later, she watched as he walked out the door… And that’s when she suddenly snapped out of her spell, and asked her friend and coworker, Elaine to cover for her for a couple of minutes, before she exited The Quiet Castle Dollar Store to catch up with Delmar…

“Hey you forgot something”… Said Zada.

And that something was a small pack of sunflower seeds

““Huh… I only bought a bag of potato chips”… Replied Delmar.

Okay you got me… you didn’t forget anything… I just needed an excuse to talk to ya…

So are you doing anything for Thanksgiving?… Because I’m gonna be at home by myself for much of the day… I’ll probably go to one of my girl’s places later in the evening… But for much of the day, I’m gonna be by myself”… Responded Zada.

“I’m just gonna sit on my couch and watch football all day… That’s pretty much it”… Replied Delmar.

“Would you like to come over my place?… It makes no sense for us to spend Thanksgiving alone, when we could spend it together”… Responded Zada..

“Are you sure”?… Asked a surprised Delmar.

“Yeah… I’m pretty sure”… Replied Zada.

“Well in that case… Yeah, I would like to come over”… Responded Delmar.

“Great… Come over around two, two-thirty…

Well I have to get back… And ah yeah…

(Then Zada handed the pack of sunflower seeds that were in her left hand to Delmar)

… This is our little secret…

(And then she gave Delmar a quick smile)

… I’ll see you on Thursday”… Said Zada.

“Okay… Thursday”… Responded Delmar.

And shortly thereafter, Zada went back inside The Quiet Castle Dollar Store, and Delmar turned around and went on with his day…

And once she was back inside…

“So what happened”?… Elaine asked Zada.

“Delmar is gonna come by my place on Thursday”… Answered Zada.

And Elaine responded by giving Zada a dirty smile before saying…

“So you two are gonna finally smashIt’s about damn time”…

“It’s nothing like that… It’s just two people getting together for a casual date… That’s it”… Responded Zada.

And Elaine just stared at Zada, smiled for a quick second, before saying…

“Sure Zada… Like you haven’t wanted him to knock dem ankles loose for the last couple of months… I see the look in your eyes when he walks in here”…

And Zada responded to Elaine’s statement by just staring at her for a couple of seconds, before simply saying…

“You gotta customer in aisle three”…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter V: I Don’t Want Your Money, I Want Your…

Because of their work schedules, Michael and Virginia wouldn’t see each other again until the following Wednesday…

“It’s been a few huh”?… Said Virginia.

“Yeah”… Replied Michael.

……….

“A few coworkers liked your stuff… Do you want their contact info”?… Asked Virginia.

“Yeah…

So what exactly did they like”?… Asked Michael.

“They liked the sweet potato cookies and caramel rice crispy treats… And I’m particularly fond of the interracial cookies and white chocolate brownies… I might just stop going to the store and get my sweets from you”… Said Virginia.

……….

Interracial cookies… I’ve never heard of it described like that”… Replied Michael.

“Well… When I see black and white together, the first thing I think is interracial… Don’t you?…”… Responded Virginia.

……….

I appreciate that you and your friends liked my cookies…

(And after going into his backpack to grab a food storage bag)

I uh… Made these a few days ago, but you weren’t here, so I just put them in the freezer to maintain the freshness… But if they’re a little stale…”… Replied Michael.

“Oh that’s okay… If there a little stale, I’ll just put them in the oven for a few minutes… That helps to bring some of the freshness back… I learned that from my mom when I was young girl…

……….

… You know I feel kinda guilty accepting all these sweets from ya and not paying you anything… I mean you probably spent some hours making these things, and you should be compensated for it”… Replied Virginia.

“I mean yeah… I did spend some time in the kitchen… But I do that a lot anyway… And with all the food I bake, I do give some of it away… I mean if I ate everything I baked, I would weigh four hundred pounds, and have some real big health issues… And I already need to lose a few pounds as it is…

But seriously, you don’t have to pay me anything… Just knowing that something I make out of joy and love brings a smile on your face is payment enough for me”… Responded Michael.

And Virginia responded by staring at Michael for a couple of seconds, before going into her ShopMartville tote bag, and grabbing her pocket purse

“Well my daddy taught me that if someone keeps giving you stuff for free, that at some point. You should pay them…

(…..)

… How much do you think all these sweets cost”?… Asked Virginia.

“I told you that I don’t want your money…

(…..)

… Just use that money towards something else”… Replied Michael.

“How bout twenty dollars… No twenty five… All those sweets had to be worth at least that”… Responded Virginia.

“I told that I don’t want your…

Just give me ten dollars”… Said Michael.

(Writer’s Note: You probably noticed that in most of my stories, I use “Free World Credits” as the currency of choice… But I decided to use a real currency in this particular story because… I feel that this story warrants it… And this story dwells into the actual real world that we live in… So just a tidbit for those of you that were wondering)

And then Virginia handed Michael a Hamilton, before asking him…

“What should I pay you going forward”?…

“A quarter… That’s half off”… Answered Michael.

……….

“O yeah… Before I forget, here’s the numbers of the co-workers that want some more of your sweets”… Said Virginia.

And then she gave Michael their info, and shortly thereafter, Sycamore Route showed up… And you know what happened next… But instead of sitting at the back of the bus like he normally does, Michael sat behind Virginia… And it took her a few minutes to realize that, as she had pulled out the book she’s been reading for the last few and was mentally consuming that, until she turned around and saw Michael behind her… As he just responded by smiling back at her…

And when she turned back around, Virginia lost interest in her book, as she began thinking…

“You know why would someone who is trying to build a sweets business continually give them to me for free?…

…………………….

… Virginia quit playing… That man is half your age… Why would someone his age be into someone that was alive when Broadway Joe shocked the world?…

…………………….”…

And after thinking about this for around a touchdown worth of minutes, Virginia finally got back to reading her book, as Sycamore Route made it’s way to the complex…

And when they both got off the bus, Michael and Virginia stared at each other for a quick second, before he smiled at her and said…

“I’m gonna call your co-workers when I get home… I guess I’ll see ya later”…

“Yeah… I see ya round”… Replied Virginia.

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter IV: Gosh Darn These Are Some Good Cookies

At five o’clock precisely, the phone laying on the dresser next to Virginia began playing ….. … So she rolled out of bed, stretched for a handful of seconds, and then made her way to the bathroom, to get ready for another work day…

And at five forty-seven, Virginia walked out of her apartment to head to the bus stop for the six o two running of Sycamore Route… And to her surprise, Michael was already standing there waiting for the bus to show up…

“Good morning… Did you like the cookies”?… Asked Michael… Once Virginia had arrived at the bus stop.

“Good morning to you too… Yes I did enjoy them… And you made them yourself?… Because those were bakery quality cookies”… Responded Virginia.

“Yes I did… Been baking for a few years now… My dream is to have my own food company… You know like Reginald Lewis or Samuel Wilcox

(Writer’s Note: It’s the second profile from the top)

… I just gotta save up some more money to do it… Ya know”… Replied Michael.

“Never heard of them”… Responded Virginia.

“Neither had I until I started doing research on historic black entrepreneurs… There’s a lot of historic and important people that our generation doesn’t know about ….. … And hopefully someday we’ll become unbrainwashed from the mass genetically modified pop culture and began learning and thinking for ourselves”… Replied Michael.

……….

“Well if you continue to make cookies like the ones you made for me, then you’ll be the next Barefoot Contessa

You know I’m not trying to be greedy, but could you make me another batch of cookies… I still have some from yesterday… And it was really hard to not eat them all up in one day”… Said Virginia.

“Yeah sure… I’ll bake them when I get home, and bring them to you tomorrow”… Replied Michael.

……….

“Um I just thought of something… I don’t know your name”… Said Virginia.

“Michael”… Answered Michael.

“Virginia”… Replied Virginia.

And Michael just nodded his head for a few seconds, before placing his right hand out to Virginia… And a second or two later, she placed her left hand out, as the two shook hands and quasi smiled at each other…

And a few minutes later, Sycamore Route arrived, and Michael was about to board the bus, but he stopped to allow Virginia to board it first…

“Thank you”… Said Virginia.

And Michael responded by nodding his head and smiling at Virginia, as she got on the bus and swiped her bus pass card… And Michael… Well if you read chapter one, then you know exactly what Michael was doing as Virginia was doing her thing, before he swiped his bus pass card, and went to take a seat at the back of the bus…

And as Virginia was sitting near the front of the bus reading a book, Michael was on his phone listening to some music, but also scouring the web on what kind of cookies should he bake for Virginia… And a couple of times during the ride to The Madd Shack, he took a look at her, and thought about Mario Elle vs the Suns in the 95 Western Conference Semifinals

The following morning, Michael arrived at the bus stop around a minute and a half before Virginia. And when she did, Michael went into his backpack to grab the cookies, before saying to Virginia…

“Hey…

(And after handing the couple of food storage bags to Virginia)

… I got a little carried away”…

“I can see… This can last me for a while”… Responded Virginia.

“Yeah I know…

But I was wondering if you could hand out some of them to some co-workers or friends of yours… Trying to build a base up… You know what I mean”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah I understand…

So how often do you bake?… Asked Virginia.

“Pretty much daily… If I’m not baking cookies or something else sweet, I’m baking bread, or something else…

So what about you”?… Asked Michael.

“Not as much as when I was younger, and had more free time… I mean when I get home from work, I’m usually tired, and just want to go to sleep… And even when I don’t, I’m not in the mood to spend an hour or so in the kitchen”… Answered Virginia.

“So I guess it’s pretty safe to say that you haven’t had a home cooked meal lately, and since Thanksgiving is a couple of weeks away, and I’m going to be cooking quite a bit, you can come over if you want”… Said Michael.

“I would like that… But I gotta work on Thanksgiving… So can I get a raincheck”?… Asked Virginia.

“I’ll save an umbrella for you”… Replied Michael.

……….

Sycamore Route pulled up a few minutes later, and the two boarded the bus… And you should know by now what the process was… Except that Michael didn’t STARE at Virginia’s rump shaker – Well he did, but he had his mind on some bigger long term objectives… Pun unintended – at this time…

So anyway, when Sycamore Route arrived at the complex, and both Michael and Virginia had gotten off it…

“Hey… Just remember to pass some of these out to your coworkers”… Said Michael.

“Okay”… Replied Virginia.

And then the two went their separate ways to their respective jobs…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter III: May I Offer You A Bag Of Cookies?…

A touchdown and a blocked or missed extra point worth of days had passed since Michael had his first ….. thoughts of Virginia…

And he was looking forward to seeing her as soon as possible, so that he could ….. … But when he arrived at the bus stop on Friday, Monday, and Tuesday, Virginia was nowhere to be seen… And he has the weekend off, so even if she was there, he ain’t gettin’ up at five something in the morning, just to say hello and ….., when he sleeps in to at least nine o’clock, before he begins his day…

So fast forward to the current time, date, and situation…

Michael walked to the bus stop hoping to see Virginia, but not expecting to see her, so as he got closer to the bus stop to where he could actually see the bus stop, he saw a mature looking strawberry blonde haired – With some black roots -, and red glasses, super rubenesque woman, and immediately realized that it’s Virginia. So he shot himself a quick smile, before walking until he was a couple of feet away from her, and proceeding to say…

Hello”…

“Hello… How’s your morning going”?… Responded Virginia.

“Just getting ready for a long work day… But can’t complain… I’m living… Which is more than what some people can say”… Replied Michael.

“I hear you… Waking up and seeing another day is truly a blessing… Considering everything that’s going us”… Responded Virginia.

And Michael nodded his head in agreement, before standing there in ………. for around the jersey number of the most exciting running back the writer of this story has seen in his life… And then he took his backpack off of his back to go into it to grab something…

“I know you’ve been here for a couple of weeks or so, but I brought you a welcome gift… I made them myself”… Michael said to Virginia.

And that welcome gift was a food storage bag worth of cookies

“Thank you”… Replied Virginia.

And then she placed the bag of cookies in her ShopMartville tote bag… And around a half minute later, Sycamore Route rolled up to the bus stop, and both Virginia and Michael boarded it, swiped their bus pass cards, and went to take a seat at their destinations near the front and back of the bus respectively…

A few minutes before noon, Virginia went on break. And after making a stop at The Soaring Metropolis Hero… Sandwiches to order a beef and bacon sandwich, with colby jack and pepper jack cheeses as a topping, and South Carolina Mustard Sauce as another topping, as well as a twelve ounce cup of root beer to wash it down with, before heading to the break area to – Of course – consume what she just purchased… And she soon realized that she was thirsting for something sweet ….., so she was about to get back up to head to the vending machine to purchase something… But then she remembered the food storage bag worth of cookies that Michael had given her earlier in the morning, so she just went to her ShopMartville tote bag in her locker to grab them, before heading back to the break area…

And after spending a few minutes eating a majority of the beef and bacon sub sandwich, Virginia went into the food storage bag to grab a chocolate chip cookie… And after taking a couple of bites, she was enthralled by the chewy goodness of it… The firm but soft sweetness of the light brown cookie, with it’s bittersweet chocolate chips infused throughout it, to give it the perfect balance of sweet and bitter…

So anyway, after consuming this delicious chocolate chip cookie, Virginia went on to eat another one, and then she went back into the food storage bag to grab a chocolate sugar cookie to snack on…

And a couple of minutes later, when she had finished on that, Virginia decided that she was done – For now – with Michael’s cookies, and she went to put the food storage bag of cookies and the portion of the beef and bacon sub sandwich that she didn’t eat, into her ShopMartville tote bag, before heading back to work…

At two thirty, when Virginia got off work, she grabbed her belongings and made her way to the bus stop that is directly outside the complex. And while waiting for the bus, she decided to pass the time by snacking on another cookie (this time, it was a frosted lemon cookie), and she was very impressed by the goodness of the taste of it. And by the time she finished savoring that frosted lemon cookie, Sycamore Route had pulled up to the bus stop. And after boarding, and swiping her bus pass card, Virginia took a seat near the front of the bus, and pulled a book out of her tote bag, and continued where she left off in the morning…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter II: I Think I’m Gonna Go Head And Shoot This Shot… But First

The leaves were falling from the trees, and the weather had transitioned to the chill – But not quite cold – air that requires you to put away the shorts, and put on a jacket – Or if you’re like the writer of this story, a hoodie -, as Michael made his way to the bus stop to catch Sycamore Route… And as he was nearing the bus stop, Michael saw someone was already standing there waiting for the bus. And that came as a surprise to him, because around ninety percent of time, he’s there by himself…

So anyway, as Michael finally arrived at the bus stop, he took a look at the woman, and saw that she’s a… Mature looking strawberry blonde haired – With some black roots -, and red glasses super rubenesque woman…

“Good morning”… Said The Strawberry Blonde Haired – With Black Streaks – and Red Glasses Super Rubenesque Woman.

“Good morning”… Replied Michael.

And a few minutes later, the bus showed up, and The Strawberry Blonde Haired – With Black Streaks – and Red Glasses Super Rubenesque Woman boarded the bus, swiped her bus pass card, and then took a seat near the front of the bus… And Michael followed behind her and swiped his bus pass card, and went to go take a seat in his favorite seat at the back of the bus…

And around thirty five minutes later, Sycamore Route arrived in front of the building that houses The Madd Shack and many other establishments, and Michael and The Strawberry Blonde Haired – With Black Streaks – and Red Glasses Super Rubenesque Woman got off the bus… And as he was walking into the building, it finally hit Michael on who the woman is…

It’s Virginia… And since they initially first spoke to each other around three and a half months earlier, the two have spoken to each other from time to time, but it was always just small talk… But he still pondered to himself on why she was in his area?… Because the last time he saw her on the bus, she was on Station Way… Which is around twenty minutes away from his area… But since he’s about that mindin’ your own damn business life, Michael took one last look at Virginia, before making his way inside The Madd Shack, to begin his work day…

 

Precisely a week later, as Michael was making his way to the bus stop, he saw Virginia standing there once again. And once he arrived there…

“Hello”… Said Virginia.

“Hello… Do you stay out here”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah… I stay in the Ivory Villa Apartments… In that building over there”… Answered Virginia.

“Isn’t that the twenty eight building”?… Asked Michael.

“Yeah”… Answered Virginia.

“Yeah I live in the forty five building… So how long have you been out here”?… Asked Michael.

“Two weeks…

It was between here or Fairview Grove in midtown… But I chose Ivory Villa because of the swimming pool… I love swimming”… Replied Virginia.

“The swimming pool is nice… Although I haven’t been in it much in the time I’ve been here”… Responded Michael.

……….

“I’m happy that Ivory Villa is on the bus line… I’ve lived in places where I had to walk twenty, twenty five minutes to get to the bus line”… Said Virginia.

“Yeah… I couldn’t live in a place where there wasn’t a nearby bus stop… At least until I get my own ride…

So do you stay with anyone”?… Asked Michael.

“No… I stay by myself”… Answered Virginia.

……….

And as soon as his brain processed what his ears had sent it, an alarm went off in Michael’s head, and right then he decided that he was gonna shoot his shot at Virginia… Eventually…

So anyway, the current conversation between the two began to fade into thin air like journalism in modern day society (and a quick Writer’s Note: You should probably watch the entire segment, but from this point on is where it really gets to the point… At least IMO), and soon thereafter, Sycamore Route had stopped at the bus stop… And Michael let Virginia board the bus first… Because one, he’s a gentleman… But ya know… Because he really wanted a more close up view of her as large as The Arden Estate rump shaker… And although her pants weren’t as tight as say ….., her populous pantyline was still as visible as say, a Latina standing on a porch

And Michael had a ….. stare/smile on his face, as after she had swiped her bus pass card, and was making her way to her seat, Virginia’s very large gluteus maximus began gyrating back and forth, and Michael was hypnotized like the King of Brooklyn for a few seconds, before he eventually swiped his bus pass card, and made his way to his prefered seat on the back of the bus…

 

And as the minutes ticked on, and as Michael had his headphones on listening to some music, he was only partially in MichaelLand. Because the other part of his mind was focused on Virginia, as he occasionally took a look at her – Who at this particular time was reading a book – and thought about how was he gonna approach her. And when the bus arrived at their workplace, Virginia exited the front of the bus, and Michael exited at the back… And he slowed down to let her get in front of him…

Which allowed him to get another front row pov of her rump shaker and populous pantyline… And although he was reserved on the outside, in his mind, Michael was salivating like a sneakerhead when a new Lebron or Jordan is released, as he happily watched Virginia’s big ole butt sashay from side to side for around a half minute, before he finally got his mind on the reason why he’s here in the first place, and went on to go inside The Madd Shack, to begin his work day…

 

And throughout the course of the day – When he wasn’t busy with his work -, Michael’s thoughts primarily focused on Virginia…

He more than a few times pondered about her badonkadonkadonkadonkadonk… Like how he wanted to spread that phfat motherfucka open… Like he was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and inserting his throbbing chocolate ice cream sandwich – Which of course had some dripping cream oozing out of it… Because ya know… It’s melting -, into the middle of the largest white chocolate and vanilla cake that you can imagine, and making sweet beautiful love fucking for as long as Chocolate Ice Cream Sandwich could last…

Until finally, it would resolve inside of the very rubenesque white chocolate and vanilla cake… And he would munch on that cake until either he would eat it all ….. Or much more likely that his brain would tell him that he can’t intake anymore… Because he would need an ambulance, and would need around an IV worth of insulin to prevent himself from going into a super sweet as #34 coma…

And although Michael was able to keep it together at work, when he got home later that afternoon, he finally did something to elevate those thoughts that he was having about Virginia…

The Michael and Virginia Story Chapter I: You Have A Beautiful Name

The Birdsong By The Lake ringtone began playing on the phone of Michael Cunningham… Which was lying just a couple of feet away from his sleeping body. And that ringtone signaled to him that it was five fifteen in the morning… Which meant it was time for him to get up to prepare for work…

But Michael didn’t feel like getting up quite yet, so he laid there for a couple of more minutes, before begrudgingly getting up from his comfortable bed to hop into the shower… And even tho this is a five days a week routine that he’s been doing for a while now, he still hates getting up this early every damn day…

So Michael spent the next fifty minutes showering, brushing his teeth, and then finally moisturizing his body – Which is the routine he does every work day (Also Writer’s Note: I spent thirty to forty minutes looking for A – As in one… As in singular – picture of a black man moisturizing/lotioning his body, and couldn’t find a gotdamn one… I really don’t know what that says… But it’s gotta say somethin’ right?…) -, before putting his uniform on, and going to the fridge to grab a large Granny Smith apple, and eating on that for a quick minute and a half or two, before finally leaving his apartment to make his way to the bus stop…

Now because today was a holiday  – The celebration of the birth of the republic -, the bus he normally catches (Sycamore Route) was running on a different schedule (hourly instead of half hourly…), so he had to walk to another stop to catch another bus (Station Way) (…That ran half hourly)… And once that bus arrived, Michael swiped his card, and went to the back to take a seat…

And he put his headphones on and soon thereafter faded into MichaelLand as the bus got closer to his destination with each bus stop…

And just around halfway through the bus ride, a mature looking strawberry blonde haired super rubenesque woman boarded the bus, and sat near the front of it… And Michael thought to himself that the woman fits his criteria of attractiveness

(Writer’s Note: I only inserted that last link because I crush for Gabifresh… So if you should ever read or listen to this, can I get a follow back or shoutout?… And P.S. The woman next to Gabi with the fro, you gets props to for that natural fro)

… But once she sat down, his thoughts went back to MichaelLand and the music he was currently listening to…

So anyway, just shy of fifteen minutes later, the bus was nearing the end of the line, so he got off at Main Street to catch another bus that would take him closer to his workplace. And when he got off that bus, he walked the remainder of the ten minutes, until he finally arrived to The Madd Shack, his place of employment…

But before walking in that section of the building – Which is pretty much like a superplex… Which has numerous of businesses and establishments inside it -, Michael saw a familiar figure…

“Excuse me… But how did you get here so quickly”?… Asked Michael.

“I got off the Station Way bus at 51st, and walked the five blocks here”… Answered The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

……….

“Ah yeah that does make more sense now that I think more about it… But I’m used to the route I took… I’ve done it many times before”… Replied Michael.

“How did you get here?… Cuz I saw you get off at Main”… Asked The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

“I got on the Main bus… Then got off at 58th… And then walked up here…

You know I wish Sycamore Route had a bus that stopped here at this time on holidays and weekends… It would make the commute much easier”… Replied Michael.

“I don’t catch Sycamore Route to get here, but I wished Station Way would extend their route to come here… It would only add around three or four minutes to the route… So then I wouldn’t have to walk fifteen to twenty minutes just to get here everyday”… Responded The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

“Yeah… The price you pay for not having a car I guess”… Replied Michael.

“Tell me about it”… Responded The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

……….

“Well I gotta get to work… Not tryin’ to be late or anything like that”… Said Michael.

“Yeah me too… Got a long day ahead of me”… Replied The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman.

“It was nice talking to you… Um I didn’t catch your name”… Responded Michael.

Virginia”… Replied The Strawberry Blonde Haired Super Rubenesque Woman… Now known as Virginia.

“Virginia… That’s a beautiful name… You from there”?… Asked Michael.

“No actually I’m from South Carolina… It’s a bit of a long story, but I’m pressed for time”… Answered Virginia.

“Yeah I understand… I guess I’ll see ya around”… Replied Michael.

And Virginia responded by nodding her head, before she and Michael went there separate ways to their respective workplaces…