Page 60 of Until the Ink Dries

Another groan.

Sticking my hand from beneath the covers, I felt around until I found it on the nightstand. Pulling it back, I saw that it was Shirah. I was sure she was calling to get the details of my date. Speaking of date… damn, what an ending. My body was a little sore, but I would take that with the type of dick Benjamin delivered.

Swiping the screen, I answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Bitch… why does your location say Benny’s?”

“Um… cause I spent the night.”

“I take it the date went well?”

I giggled. “Very well.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Oooo, bitch! You nasty heifer! You gave him some, didn’t you!”

“Well, damn, Shirah. Tell the whole world, why don’t you?”

She squealed, and I could almost picture her rolling around her bed, kicking her feet in excitement.

“How was it?”

“Let’s just say I feel the aftermath everywhere.”

“I ain’t mad at that. Look at quiet ass Benny slingin’ grown man dick.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed the covers off of me. “Shirah, please.”

She laughed. “So, tell me about the date.”

I stood from the bed and went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.

“He picked me up on his motorcycle and we went on a picnic. Shy, it was so beautiful out there. We sat under this big, beautiful tree covered in flowers. He prepared our lunch, and the food was so good.”

“Okay, now! We love a man that can feed us.”

I cleaned myself and flushed the toilet, then stood to wash my hands.

“Right. Anyway, it was going so good. We ate, talked, and vibed to music. I swear it was everything. Then… it started raining. I mean, the bottom fell out of the sky, and we got soaked. You should see my hair.”

I propped the phone up on the counter before initiating a FaceTime call. When she answered, she screamed.

“Bitch, why are your titties out!”

“Girl, you’ve seen me naked on several occasions. Don’t act brand new. Look at my hair, Shy!”

I fluffed the mass of natural curls. The rain had done its job of starting the reversal and the shower finished me off. As I stared at myself, a smile spread across my face.

“You don’t look too upset,” Shirah said.

“Honestly… I’m not. This is the first time in a very long time that I look and feel like myself. I haven’t seen my curls in so long, Shy. You know how much I loved them once upon a time. I can’t believe I let that old bitch make me hate the hair I was blessed with.”

“She was probably mad because she had to wear wigs to cover her two scoops of hair. Her husband had to grab scalp when he hit it from back. I bet he was slipping and sliding all over that shit.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Why are you like this?”

“Because no bitch can fuck with my bestie. We’ll tag team her, old and all.”

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