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I couldn’t hide my smile because her ass might be right. I leaned on the counter of the island. “That man fucked me like he was imprinting his dick in me. I swear, I don’t think anyone’s dick will do now. He’s fucked it up for everyone.”
“That’s my muthafuckin’ nigga!” A male voice scared the shit out of me. Marco came out of Wynsdae’s bedroom that was off the kitchen without a shirt on. “I taught my boy well.”
I couldn’t move. Wynsdae had this cheeky smile. Marco walked over to her, kissed her lips, then smacked her ass. “I’ll talk to you later,” my sister cooed.
Marco gave me an upward head nod before he walked out the door. “Wynsdae, why the hell wouldn’t you tell me that he was here? Oh my gosh. He’s going to go back and tell Citrell what I said.”
“Girl, calm down. I forgot his ass was here. He was in the shower when you knocked on the door.” Wynsdae waved me off. “When’s the next time that y’all are going to see each other?”
My shoulders lifted. “I don’t know. I . . . I snuck out of his house this morning.”
“The hell, Sundae? Why would you sneak out of that man’s house?” She smacked her forehead. “Please tell me you got his number at least.”
I just gave her a timid smile. I was too caught up in the dick and how he made me feel. “Wynsdae, I wasn’t thinking about a phone number. All I was thinking about was that dick.” My head fell back. “It was so marvelous, Wynsdae.”
“Hm, must not have been that marvelous when your ass didn’t get that man’s phone number.” Her head shook from where she sat at the kitchen island. “I gave Marco my phone number at the club. After we got here and he fucked me the way he did, I told him to call my ass so I would have his number. I’m probably going to be on his line tonight trying to get some of his Wonka dick.”
I wasn’t about to go there with her to ask why Wonka. I knew that whatever the answer was, it would be ignorantly funny. “I had the most precious interaction in the grocery store this morning.” I took the time to tell her about Callira and Rella.
Her smile was wide. She clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Oh, I hope that they come to the center. We could have a karaoke hour or something. That would be so fun.”
I was caught in my thoughts about Citrell.Damn, I should have gotten that nigga’s number.Between last night and this morning, all I could say was a time was had.
A Few Days Later . . .
Today was a long, hard day, but I wouldn’t change our long days for a moment. Just because I prayed for sunshine, God never said there wouldn’t be any rain. Not to say it rained today, but there was some drizzling. It was close to the end of the day, so most of the children’s parents had already picked them up. There were only three students left that were with our teacher’s assistant.
My sister walked into my office and plopped down on the couch against my wall. “Girl, I can’t wait to get home, wash my coochie, then let Marco wash it again with his tongue.”Why does Wynsdae have to be so vulgar at six-twenty in the evening?
“Well, I’m happy to know that you’ve found a permanent slide that satisfies you,” I said without taking my eyes off the papers I had to sign off on. We had students that were on IEPs (Individual Educational Plans) at their schools which required us to send progress reports. I completed the forms yesterday but decided to sign them today.
Wynsdae snickered. “Well, if your ass had gotten his number, you could have a permanent slide as well.” Her words came out in a mumble. “I told you that I could get his damn number for you.”
Before I could curse her out, Natalie knocked on my open door. “Sundae, there’s a parent out here that is interested in potentially enrolling his daughter. He said something about you met his mother in the grocery store.”
My back straightened and ears perked. “Oh, that has to be Callira! Wynsdae, come on. I want you to meet her.”
I stood from my desk chair and walked around it. When my sister stood up, I grabbed her hand. My office was next to my sisters at the back of the building. When we got to the front, my steps slowed.
“Singing friend!” Callira yelled when she saw me before she threw her hands in the air. Her excitement warmed my heart.
I zoned back into her. “Hey, singing friend! You look so beautiful.” I pulled Wynsdae next to my side. “Callira, this is my sister Wynsdae. Guess what?” The interest in what I would say next lit up in her eyes. “She sings too.”
Callira let out the most dramatic gasp. “Are you going to sing the song with us?” She looked between me and my sister.
I shook my head. “Oh, I didn’t tell her yet. I wanted to talk to you first to make sure we wanted her to sing with us.”
Citrell stood back with a smile as he observed our interaction. There was a sparkle in his eyes as well.I can’t believe he’s Callira’s father.
Callira nodded, then said, “Good thinking.” She looked my sister up and down. “She’s cool. She can sing with us.”
“I’m so happy that I’ll be able to sing with you two,” Wynsdae said with genuine happiness. “So, Callira, where did you get those sneakers? I think I need a pair.”
She looked down at her sneakers, then over to her daddy. “My daddy bought them for me. Sundae, come meet my daddy.” She grabbed my hand for the second time since I’d met her. “Daddy, this is my singing friend Sundae.” She giggled. “Her name is Sundae, and her sister’s name is Wynsdae.”
It was like she just caught on to that. I wasn’t sure how to handle this situation. The man who had his dick in every whole of my body stood before me, and he was the father of my new singing friend. “Um, it’s nice to meet you.”
I was careful not to say his name. Little Miss Callira seemed like an inquisitive girl. If I said her father’s name, I could see her asking me how I knew it.
