In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall Page B

pointed to the loveseat.
    â€œSure, go ahead. Did you bring the DVDs?”
    â€œShit, I forgot them. They in the car, I’ma get ’em after I eat ’cuz a nigga is starving.”
    I fixed him a big plate of spaghetti with the sauce deliciously towering over the noodles. He came to the kitchen table and sat down and we began to eat. I watched his every move as he slurped each noodle in his mouth. This nigga was turning me on.
    â€œWould you like something to drink?” I asked, getting up and opening the refrigerator.
    â€œSure, what you got?” he asked, lifting his head from his plate and placing his eyes on the way my ass stood out in these sweats.
    â€œWhat you want?” I asked seductively. He then turned from me and back down to his plate.
    â€œJust grip me a soda,” he said as I reached up to the cabinet to get a glass to pour him some grape soda.
    â€œAyo, call some bitches,” he said out of nowhere. I was completely caught off guard as I tried to respond the best as I could.
    â€œWho do you want me to call?” I said, sitting back down at the table and eating my food.
    â€œJust call some bitches, do you know any?” he asked almost finishing his food.
    â€œNaw,” I responded.
    â€œHow a pretty muthafucka like you don’t know any bitches?” He paused for a minute waiting for the answer. I thought quickly.
    â€œAll the bitches I know of have boyfriends.”
    â€œOh aiight.” We both finished our plates. He then got up and ran down to the parking lot to retrieve some DVDs while I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen.
    By the time he came back I was done my duties in the kitchen and was ready to relax on the couch. He came through the door with only one movie in hand.
    â€œYo, have you seen Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman yet?” he asked, walking toward me with the movie.
    â€œNaw, I saw the play but not the movie.”
    â€œYo, this shit is funny. Here, put it in,” he said, handing me the movie. I got up and walked over to the entertainment center where I placed the DVD in the machine. He sat back on the love seat.
    â€œYo, you got an ashtray?” He pulled a bag of weed from his pocket along with a Philly Dutch. I went into the kitchen to get an astray from the cabinet. I normally kept them for when Anthony came over because I didn’t smoke. I handed him the ashtray as he began to roll himself a fatty.
    By the time he lit the Dutch, the movie was just beginning. I watched as Kimberly Elise acted as stupid as she looked when she was being cheated on by that ugly-ass black man. The least Tyler Perry could do is have a cute man to play the part of her husband.
    â€œHere,” he said, handing me the Dutch with swollen cheeks. I didn’t know whether I should take it or turn it down. Then I thought of my life and how it never seems like I do much of anything to have fun. I took the Dutch.
    I inhaled it and swallowed the smoke like Darnell had taught me. I exhaled, then inhaled again. This time I gave it a long pull. I felt the smoke clouding my mind as I began to cough a bit.
    â€œThat shit is good, ain’t it?” He reached out for me to pass it back to him. I passed the Dutch as I tried to get my focus back to the movie. Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed him unbuckling his belt. I looked over to him with a confused look.
    â€œWhat are you about to do?” I asked as he continued to blow smoke circles into the air.
    â€œI’ma finish smoking this Dutch while I get my dick sucked. That’s what I’m about to do,” he replied. “Now come over here and head-sprung this shit, nigga.” I got up, walked over to him, dropped to my knees and did as I was told.

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D ICKNOTIZED
    â€œY eah, that’s it. Do what you do,” said Bryant as I dropped to my knees. After unbuckling his belt buckle he unzipped his pants. I saw his hard dick ready to explode from