I’m
raising money, where are you going?”
“ I just
donated money to the pot now I’m off to reap the fruits of my seeds
as you would like to put it,” Teresa said.
Saundra shook her head,
“You wrong for that, you wrong! Don’t you have enough skeletons in
your closet?”
“ Don’t
judge me.” Teresa turned and walked away. Jasmine was in ear shot
of the whole conversation, neither of the girls recognizing
her.
Suddenly, the door
to her room swung open and Teresa barged in
bringing Jasmine back to the present.
“Oh, I thought you were
sleep,” Teresa said.
Teresa was the kind of
woman any man would fall for; at least that’s what Jasmine
thought. Light skin, grey eyes, and a Coke-bottle shape
pretty much guaranteed Teresa any pick of men. Short, straight hair
framed her face and showcased her perfectly plump Botox-injected
lips. But surely, any real man could see through
that façade.
“How many times I gotta
tell you not to just open my door and walk in like you own
something up in here? Are you crazy? What if I had been in here
with somebody?”
Teresa cracked a smile.
“Oh, like who? Your dream lover?” she laughed. “The most I'd see in
here is you playing with yourself.”
“Well, if that’s what I
was doing, you would've been interrupting! Get out my room before I
put my foot in your store-bought booty! Everybody knows those are
butt pads -- you ain’t fooling nobody!”
Jasmine forged towards
Teresa, backing her out of the room before slamming the door in her
face.
“Maybe you need to get a
real person up in there to play with so you won’t be so moody,
heifer!” Teresa said as she leaned against the door.
“Whatever.”
The only reason she and
Teresa were roommates was because no other dorm rooms were
available. Jasmine knew instantly they would not get along.
Teresa’s whorish ways turned her completely off.
Jasmine made her way to
the bathroom and peeled off her clothes, dropping a piece with
every step she took. After work, her body was exhausted and
she fell asleep in the grey skirt and
button down shirt she wore.
Christmas left her bank
account with a negative balance. That was not acceptable and she
needed to have it straightened out soon. Jasmine loved the finer
things in life. She would go broke trying to keep up with
the Joneses .
Suddenly, the doorbell
rang. Jasmine wondered who it could have been this time. She
huffed, knowing Teresa must’ve had to earn
her money for the night. To her, Teresa was a top-dollar
prostitute. Jasmine turned off the shower, pulling her towel off
the shelf to dry her skin as she stepped out. She walked into her
room and pulled out a Looney Tunes night shirt that hung down to
her knees. Her bedroom resembled a modern day hotel room. Jasmine’s
sister specialized in interior design. After she got her hands on
Jasmine’s space it came out looking like an expensive escape. Her
walls blue with a platinum head board going across the middle of
the wall. She admired her space for a moment then opened her
bedroom door and walked down the hallway. The apartment was warm
and cozy. A fire crackled in the fireplace and an empty wine glass
and beer bottle were sitting on the kitchen table. Jasmine shook
her head. She knew it -- the trick was having company. Men Jasmine
saw in and out the dorm room came to mind. Jasmine opened the
refrigerator and saw a 24-pack of Budweiser beer and two bottles of
Moscato Villa Rosa on the shelf.
“Don't mind if I
do.”
She reached for the wine and walked to the
counter. After opening the bottle with a corkscrew, the wine
erupted, spilling to the floor before she could grab a wine
glass.
“Ahhh, come on!” she
yelled. The bottle felt slippery in her hand. She put it to her
lips and turned it up.
To her surprise, she heard
Teresa shouting from the other room. Jasmine choked at the melodies
coming from her roommate’s room. She then
raising money, where are you going?”
“ I just
donated money to the pot now I’m off to reap the fruits of my seeds
as you would like to put it,” Teresa said.
Saundra shook her head,
“You wrong for that, you wrong! Don’t you have enough skeletons in
your closet?”
“ Don’t
judge me.” Teresa turned and walked away. Jasmine was in ear shot
of the whole conversation, neither of the girls recognizing
her.
Suddenly, the door
to her room swung open and Teresa barged in
bringing Jasmine back to the present.
“Oh, I thought you were
sleep,” Teresa said.
Teresa was the kind of
woman any man would fall for; at least that’s what Jasmine
thought. Light skin, grey eyes, and a Coke-bottle shape
pretty much guaranteed Teresa any pick of men. Short, straight hair
framed her face and showcased her perfectly plump Botox-injected
lips. But surely, any real man could see through
that façade.
“How many times I gotta
tell you not to just open my door and walk in like you own
something up in here? Are you crazy? What if I had been in here
with somebody?”
Teresa cracked a smile.
“Oh, like who? Your dream lover?” she laughed. “The most I'd see in
here is you playing with yourself.”
“Well, if that’s what I
was doing, you would've been interrupting! Get out my room before I
put my foot in your store-bought booty! Everybody knows those are
butt pads -- you ain’t fooling nobody!”
Jasmine forged towards
Teresa, backing her out of the room before slamming the door in her
face.
“Maybe you need to get a
real person up in there to play with so you won’t be so moody,
heifer!” Teresa said as she leaned against the door.
“Whatever.”
The only reason she and
Teresa were roommates was because no other dorm rooms were
available. Jasmine knew instantly they would not get along.
Teresa’s whorish ways turned her completely off.
Jasmine made her way to
the bathroom and peeled off her clothes, dropping a piece with
every step she took. After work, her body was exhausted and
she fell asleep in the grey skirt and
button down shirt she wore.
Christmas left her bank
account with a negative balance. That was not acceptable and she
needed to have it straightened out soon. Jasmine loved the finer
things in life. She would go broke trying to keep up with
the Joneses .
Suddenly, the doorbell
rang. Jasmine wondered who it could have been this time. She
huffed, knowing Teresa must’ve had to earn
her money for the night. To her, Teresa was a top-dollar
prostitute. Jasmine turned off the shower, pulling her towel off
the shelf to dry her skin as she stepped out. She walked into her
room and pulled out a Looney Tunes night shirt that hung down to
her knees. Her bedroom resembled a modern day hotel room. Jasmine’s
sister specialized in interior design. After she got her hands on
Jasmine’s space it came out looking like an expensive escape. Her
walls blue with a platinum head board going across the middle of
the wall. She admired her space for a moment then opened her
bedroom door and walked down the hallway. The apartment was warm
and cozy. A fire crackled in the fireplace and an empty wine glass
and beer bottle were sitting on the kitchen table. Jasmine shook
her head. She knew it -- the trick was having company. Men Jasmine
saw in and out the dorm room came to mind. Jasmine opened the
refrigerator and saw a 24-pack of Budweiser beer and two bottles of
Moscato Villa Rosa on the shelf.
“Don't mind if I
do.”
She reached for the wine and walked to the
counter. After opening the bottle with a corkscrew, the wine
erupted, spilling to the floor before she could grab a wine
glass.
“Ahhh, come on!” she
yelled. The bottle felt slippery in her hand. She put it to her
lips and turned it up.
To her surprise, she heard
Teresa shouting from the other room. Jasmine choked at the melodies
coming from her roommate’s room. She then
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