hers, and she was damn near six feet tall. Hell, I enjoy climbing a tree.”
“I guess you do. That’s called confidence. And so you never tried another black girl? Maybe a shorter one?”
“Ha-ha. I’ve dated Puerto Rican woman. And trust me, that’s about as close to black as you can get. Puerto Rican women will put their foot down and be ready to fight. But one thing I don’t like, is that they’ve got some big old heads.”
Shasta looked shocked, but was a millisecond from laughing. “They do not.”
“They do. It’s their foreheads. Even my grandmother and aunts have big old heads.”
“No way.”
“Way. I’m telling you. It’s a fact. Have you ever really looked at them?”
“No, Ramón, I haven’t.” Him trying to convince her, him smiling, him playing around, made him look even more attractive to her.
“But I will say, while Mexicans have very small behinds, Puerto Ricans have got some tiny waists, some serious hip action, and big ole bootys, serious fatties. And my-oh-my, Shasta, if I may say so, you do, too. I’m telling you, you have some major booty meat. A big behind will do it to me every single time.”
That much she knew. “Booty meat, huh? I figured as much.” She thought, w ith all of that penis you’re carrying around, a woman with a big ass needs you just so you can get past her cheeks. She gave a full grin just from remembering him hitting her from the back like he was Dolomite.
The waiter placed the check on the table and headed to another table.
Ramón took it. “So where’d you get yours? Your backside I mean?”
She snapped out of it. “Oh, it had to be my dad’s side of the family. Maybe his aunts. But not from my mom. No way. She definitely suffers from a true lack of vitamin A.”
“A as in, Noasitol?”
“Yep.” She giggled.
“Well, that or not, she must have some serious genes because you are fine as frog’s hair.”
She cleared he throat. “Ramón. I’ve always wondered. Do frogs really have hair?”
“Yes, they do. It’s just so fine you can’t see it.”
“You say so.”
“See, Shasta, the way your body is, you have more curves than a racetrack.”
She tried to imagine it. “So you’re saying I’m round.”
“No, you’re packed and you’re stacked, especially in the back. I wanna thank your father for a butt like that.”
She rested her forearms along the table and just looked at him. “Ramón, I mean really. You did not just quote Salt-N-Pepa lyrics.”
“I did.”
She shook her head fast and leaned back. “No. Don’t do that. Now I’m not going to be able to get that song out of my head.”
“Oh, please. You do not know that song.”
“Yes, I do.”
He looked her dead in the eyes.
She sat back and watched him, watch her. “What?”
“Those blue eyes though.”
“Now those are my dad’s for sure.”
“Amazing. You are absolutely beautiful, and I mean that. I really want you to know that just to be able to hang out with you, getting to know you, means so much. Believe it or not, right now, I’m beyond words, and for me, that doesn’t happen very often.”
“Oh it won’t last long, I’m sure.”
“True.”
“But thank you. You’re pretty good looking yourself. You’ve got those dimples that are like quarter slots.”
They showed their depth. “Thank you.” His face flushed. He looked over to an area beside the bar and asked, “How about we move on over to the pool table? You got game?” He pulled cash from his wallet and paid, taking his copy of the bill.
“I do.” She looked as certain as she felt.
“I’m ready.” He put the bill in his pocket.
“Okay now. The black ball is the one you don’t want to hit,” she kidded.
“See, you’ve got jokes now. Don’t mess with a professional.” He got up. “Follow me.”
She stood and said, “Professional comedian, maybe. Pool shark, we’ll see. Anyway, I’m still upset about you having to go to the Alpharetta office.”
“Don’t
“I guess you do. That’s called confidence. And so you never tried another black girl? Maybe a shorter one?”
“Ha-ha. I’ve dated Puerto Rican woman. And trust me, that’s about as close to black as you can get. Puerto Rican women will put their foot down and be ready to fight. But one thing I don’t like, is that they’ve got some big old heads.”
Shasta looked shocked, but was a millisecond from laughing. “They do not.”
“They do. It’s their foreheads. Even my grandmother and aunts have big old heads.”
“No way.”
“Way. I’m telling you. It’s a fact. Have you ever really looked at them?”
“No, Ramón, I haven’t.” Him trying to convince her, him smiling, him playing around, made him look even more attractive to her.
“But I will say, while Mexicans have very small behinds, Puerto Ricans have got some tiny waists, some serious hip action, and big ole bootys, serious fatties. And my-oh-my, Shasta, if I may say so, you do, too. I’m telling you, you have some major booty meat. A big behind will do it to me every single time.”
That much she knew. “Booty meat, huh? I figured as much.” She thought, w ith all of that penis you’re carrying around, a woman with a big ass needs you just so you can get past her cheeks. She gave a full grin just from remembering him hitting her from the back like he was Dolomite.
The waiter placed the check on the table and headed to another table.
Ramón took it. “So where’d you get yours? Your backside I mean?”
She snapped out of it. “Oh, it had to be my dad’s side of the family. Maybe his aunts. But not from my mom. No way. She definitely suffers from a true lack of vitamin A.”
“A as in, Noasitol?”
“Yep.” She giggled.
“Well, that or not, she must have some serious genes because you are fine as frog’s hair.”
She cleared he throat. “Ramón. I’ve always wondered. Do frogs really have hair?”
“Yes, they do. It’s just so fine you can’t see it.”
“You say so.”
“See, Shasta, the way your body is, you have more curves than a racetrack.”
She tried to imagine it. “So you’re saying I’m round.”
“No, you’re packed and you’re stacked, especially in the back. I wanna thank your father for a butt like that.”
She rested her forearms along the table and just looked at him. “Ramón, I mean really. You did not just quote Salt-N-Pepa lyrics.”
“I did.”
She shook her head fast and leaned back. “No. Don’t do that. Now I’m not going to be able to get that song out of my head.”
“Oh, please. You do not know that song.”
“Yes, I do.”
He looked her dead in the eyes.
She sat back and watched him, watch her. “What?”
“Those blue eyes though.”
“Now those are my dad’s for sure.”
“Amazing. You are absolutely beautiful, and I mean that. I really want you to know that just to be able to hang out with you, getting to know you, means so much. Believe it or not, right now, I’m beyond words, and for me, that doesn’t happen very often.”
“Oh it won’t last long, I’m sure.”
“True.”
“But thank you. You’re pretty good looking yourself. You’ve got those dimples that are like quarter slots.”
They showed their depth. “Thank you.” His face flushed. He looked over to an area beside the bar and asked, “How about we move on over to the pool table? You got game?” He pulled cash from his wallet and paid, taking his copy of the bill.
“I do.” She looked as certain as she felt.
“I’m ready.” He put the bill in his pocket.
“Okay now. The black ball is the one you don’t want to hit,” she kidded.
“See, you’ve got jokes now. Don’t mess with a professional.” He got up. “Follow me.”
She stood and said, “Professional comedian, maybe. Pool shark, we’ll see. Anyway, I’m still upset about you having to go to the Alpharetta office.”
“Don’t
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