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It’s like he didn’t have any plans of letting it go, and when you think about it, I guess I would rather us talk, than for us to sit here and be quiet, which would make things awkward.
“He’s in prison for murder,” I let him know.
“Damn. He got life?” he asked.
“No. He’s eligible for parole this year. Where’s your dad, Tank?” I fired the question right back at him.
“Shit, home, I guess. I don’t too much fool with that nigga like that. I’m not a fan of niggas that plant babies, and don’t stand up, and take care of their responsibilities. I’m not talking about now though. I’m a grown ass man, and I don’t need another nigga to take care of me. I’m talking about in the past. The nigga still ain’t shit though. He only hit me when he want something,” he got a little deep with me.
His dad sounded like Tommie’s dad. Out of all our father’s, Tommie’s dad was the worst. He’s never been consistent in her life, and I know that’s what mentally fucked my sister up. As kids, Tommie was a problem child because she lived with so much anger. Even though my dad was locked up, I still had family on his side, so on the weekends, I would go with them. Free, and Nivea would go with their dad’s, which would leave Tommie with our mom, or our grandmother. Her issues began from that.
“What about your relationship with your mom?” I asked.
“Me, and my mama good. That’s my girl. She’ll like you,” he responded, and I just pretended that I didn’t even hear him say that.
“Is your real name Tank?” I wanted to know.
“Nah. My real name is Tavion,” I wanted to smile when he said that because that name was beautiful. It was sexy, and it fit him.
“Where did you get Tank from then?” I asked.
“My pop- pop nicknamed me Tank when I was like three years old. He said that I was cocky, even as a little kid. He also said that I was heard- headed too, so he started calling me Tank, and since then, that’s what everyone else calls me. Nobody really calls me Tavion. My mama does it when I piss her off, and that’s when I know to chill out,” he said, and I found myself smiling because it made me think about my mom.
Free was the only one who really had a nickname, and everyone would call her by that nickname. The second Free would take it there with our mom though, our mom would call her Freedom, and that’s when we knew that she had pissed her off. That had to be a black thing because I swear, I’ll call someone by their government name when I’m pissed off too.
“Where are your grandparents?” I asked.
“My grandparents on my mom’s side passed away. I still have my grandma on my dad’s side though. She stay right here in Miami,” he said.
“I’m sorry for the passing of your grandparents. Were you close with them?” I inquired.
“Man, was I? They meant everything, and more to me. My pop- pop taught me everything there is to know about being a man. Ion really look up to no man, but my pop- pop was someone that I’ve always looked up to, and someone that I wanted to be like. He got me into riding horses, fixing on cars, doing handy work around the house, all that shit. God rest his soul,” there was a gleam in his eyes as he talked about him. The love was evident. He loved his pop- pop, and for whatever reason, I found that to be very attractive.
“You like horses?” I asked him, and now, it was his turn to smile.
“Yeah. I just bought one. You want to see her?” he asked, already going in his pocket, so that he could pull his phone out, and show me.
I let him know that I did want to see it, and he was quick with unlocking his phone, and I watched the way his fingers dance around on the screen, and the second he found what he was looking for, he handed me his phone, and I was met with the most beautiful, black mare that I have ever seen before in my life. You could look at her and tell that she was healthy.
I found myself smiling big because it made me think back to when I was a little girl, and I used to talk to my daddy over the phone on the prison line, telling him that I wanted a horse. My dad used to feed me jail lies, telling me that he was going to get me one for my birthday, but of course it never happened. I used to tell my mom that I wanted to go horseback riding, but she never took me, either. I didn’t fault her for it, though. She was raising four girls, so we didn’t always get everything thatwe wanted. As an adult, I used to make plans to take horseback riding lessons, but I just never fell through with it.
“She’s beautiful. You can ride?” I asked, and he laughed.
“Girl, I’m a pro. I can teach classes. I geek out when it comes to horses. My little cousin was with me the other day when I went to see her. He sent me some videos of me riding. Let me show you,” he said, taking the phone from my hand, and he fished around, looking for the video, and he pressed play, and showed it to me.
The way I had to cross my legs when Tank showed that video to me. Immediately, when I saw his ass on top of that horse, and he was riding it all around the farm, knowing what he was doing too, it automatically had my pussy leaking. Literally leaking. I could feel the juices slipping out of me, leaving me with no choice but to cross my legs. It’s almost like he knew what was happening with me, and that’s why he sat his ass there with a smirk on his face. I had no words, so I just tossed him the phone, and I didn’t say anything because if I did, I was going to tell on myself.
“Can you ride?” he asked me, and that question caught me off guard a little bit because it could have double meaning. The way he had me leaking right now, I’m thinking about the other meaning ofride.
“No,” was all I said in response to that, and he smiled.
“When the next time your free? I can teach you. I been doing it since I was a kid, so like I told you, I’m a professional. I can talk you through the session. Riding is all about how you move your body once you get up there and knowing how to keep your balance. Get a good rhythm going on, and that shit is easy,” he shared, and my pussy was pulsating at this point because I wasn’t sure if it was horse riding that we were talking about anymore. Tank knew what the hell he was doing, and that’s why he was sitting here, smiling away.
I’ve never been so excited for the bottle girls, and the waitress to make their way back over to our table. I was only so excited to see them because we could change topics and shift our conversation to something different.
There was a line of bottle girls that came, weaving through the crowd. There were sparklers shooting from the tops of the bottles that they had in their hands, and smoke that was in the air. One of the girls in the back held onto a big LED sign, with flashing lights, that read, ‘Don Julio Reposado’.
I glanced over at Tank, who sat there cool, and relaxed, and the fact that he didn’t even pull his phone out to record just let me know that he was used to this and probably did a bottle service each time that he went out. Keep in mind that we were at a very popular lounge, and the bottle that he ordered was almost $1k, but he didn’t even flinch when he ordered it, not the least bit afraid of the cost of it.
