it.
I then rushed to the marina to shower and change for this evening. Azmir is sponsoring a skate-a-thon for the youth in the Watts. He’s chartered buses and paid for drivers to escort those without transportation to the skating rink. He invited me down, though he knew we wouldn’t be able to travel together. He has a meeting, but insisted that I take Chanell and have Ray drive us in the Range Rover. Because of the element of people, Azmir insisted that I coordinate my arrival with Petey so that I’d have security. I don’t understand why muscle is necessary, but don’t challenge him. He knows these people better than I do. Also, from my experience with them down at the club in Compton, I think it’s best not to argue.
Chanell and I walk throug h the rear entrance where Petey’s at the center of command. He assigns another guard to me. Sheesh! Seriously? I’m so happy to be out with Chanell that I don’t resist anything. Besides, I know these are Azmir’s orders. Chanell and I hit the small wet bar and order a couple of drinks. She, of course, knows everyone in the building and hit all of them with, “Yo, ‘dis Divine fiancée!” I don’t know if my buddy is that happy for me or if she scores points by being tight with Divine’s woman. I take it all in stride because of my affinity for Chanell.
After twenty minutes or so of people watching—or should I say, having people watch me as if I were Michelle Obama—I nudge Chanell, “Let’s hit the rink.”
Chanell ’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “You wanna hit the rink, Ray?”
I wrinkle my face. “Why wouldn’t I? Let’s go, girl,” I issue with a hint of attitude.
She informs her girls that are standing next to her. I pat John on the shoulder, telling him we’re going to rent skates. Before I know it, we’re on the floor gliding. I haven’t skated in about ten years or so and I’m a bit rusty. Chanell is far worse off. She’s trying to hold onto others for support. She knows full well that her amazon frame can bring the both of us down as she tries using me to stay afloat.
“ Chanell, you better let it go. I’m still trying to regain my memory, girl!” I playfully scold her.
“Wait the fuck up, Ray! Im’ ma get it. I just need a minute!” she cries desperately. It’s hilarious to watch.
“Okay. I’ll slow it down .” And I do. It takes her several rounds to get the right coordination, but she eventually gets it.
Skating turns out to be a blast! I’m sure the alcohol helps. The music is off the chain. The D.J.’s on fire. He plays party records like Frankie Beverly & Maze’s Before I Let Go , CeeCee Peniston’s Finally , Beyonce’s We Like to Party, and Jeff Red’s You Called and Told Me . I’m in a nice groove on the rink. I take note of the many times the D.J. shouts out Azmir in his absence. He’s showing love to the man that made it all possible. My heart’s elated. Azmir is a man of many layers. Just a few weeks ago, I had accompanied him to a charity function at a mansion in Beverly Hills and tonight we’re with the folks of the Watts. To say my life has been whimsical since encountering Azmir is saying very little.
I ’m jamming to the New Jack Swing Era when someone skates up so close to me that they’re on my backside. What the...! I jerk my head around to see Azmir flashing his coochie-creaming smile. It’s warm and well received by my heart. He’s such a gorgeous man. He’s wearing a black fitted long-sleeve knitted shirt with dark indigo denim jeans. His hair is freshly cut into a Caesar and his fast growing goatee is such a turn on. I could get used to it. He gives me swift kiss on the temple. I guess he wants to keep it simple in public. Or is it that we’re skating and there isn’t much fondling we can do without falling? Either way, I’m smitten by his presence.
Wait. I s he skating? And effortlessly?
“ I didn’t know you could skate,” I yell over the music.
“ Ms. Brimm,
I then rushed to the marina to shower and change for this evening. Azmir is sponsoring a skate-a-thon for the youth in the Watts. He’s chartered buses and paid for drivers to escort those without transportation to the skating rink. He invited me down, though he knew we wouldn’t be able to travel together. He has a meeting, but insisted that I take Chanell and have Ray drive us in the Range Rover. Because of the element of people, Azmir insisted that I coordinate my arrival with Petey so that I’d have security. I don’t understand why muscle is necessary, but don’t challenge him. He knows these people better than I do. Also, from my experience with them down at the club in Compton, I think it’s best not to argue.
Chanell and I walk throug h the rear entrance where Petey’s at the center of command. He assigns another guard to me. Sheesh! Seriously? I’m so happy to be out with Chanell that I don’t resist anything. Besides, I know these are Azmir’s orders. Chanell and I hit the small wet bar and order a couple of drinks. She, of course, knows everyone in the building and hit all of them with, “Yo, ‘dis Divine fiancée!” I don’t know if my buddy is that happy for me or if she scores points by being tight with Divine’s woman. I take it all in stride because of my affinity for Chanell.
After twenty minutes or so of people watching—or should I say, having people watch me as if I were Michelle Obama—I nudge Chanell, “Let’s hit the rink.”
Chanell ’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “You wanna hit the rink, Ray?”
I wrinkle my face. “Why wouldn’t I? Let’s go, girl,” I issue with a hint of attitude.
She informs her girls that are standing next to her. I pat John on the shoulder, telling him we’re going to rent skates. Before I know it, we’re on the floor gliding. I haven’t skated in about ten years or so and I’m a bit rusty. Chanell is far worse off. She’s trying to hold onto others for support. She knows full well that her amazon frame can bring the both of us down as she tries using me to stay afloat.
“ Chanell, you better let it go. I’m still trying to regain my memory, girl!” I playfully scold her.
“Wait the fuck up, Ray! Im’ ma get it. I just need a minute!” she cries desperately. It’s hilarious to watch.
“Okay. I’ll slow it down .” And I do. It takes her several rounds to get the right coordination, but she eventually gets it.
Skating turns out to be a blast! I’m sure the alcohol helps. The music is off the chain. The D.J.’s on fire. He plays party records like Frankie Beverly & Maze’s Before I Let Go , CeeCee Peniston’s Finally , Beyonce’s We Like to Party, and Jeff Red’s You Called and Told Me . I’m in a nice groove on the rink. I take note of the many times the D.J. shouts out Azmir in his absence. He’s showing love to the man that made it all possible. My heart’s elated. Azmir is a man of many layers. Just a few weeks ago, I had accompanied him to a charity function at a mansion in Beverly Hills and tonight we’re with the folks of the Watts. To say my life has been whimsical since encountering Azmir is saying very little.
I ’m jamming to the New Jack Swing Era when someone skates up so close to me that they’re on my backside. What the...! I jerk my head around to see Azmir flashing his coochie-creaming smile. It’s warm and well received by my heart. He’s such a gorgeous man. He’s wearing a black fitted long-sleeve knitted shirt with dark indigo denim jeans. His hair is freshly cut into a Caesar and his fast growing goatee is such a turn on. I could get used to it. He gives me swift kiss on the temple. I guess he wants to keep it simple in public. Or is it that we’re skating and there isn’t much fondling we can do without falling? Either way, I’m smitten by his presence.
Wait. I s he skating? And effortlessly?
“ I didn’t know you could skate,” I yell over the music.
“ Ms. Brimm,
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