Zane's the Other Side of the Pillow by Zane Page B

heard that it was going to be sad, but I wasn’t quite ready for all that either.”
    We had gone to see Fruitvale Station , based on the true story of Oscar Grant III, a twenty-two-year-old Bay Area resident who was shot and killed by BART police on New Year’s Day in 2009.
    â€œThat entire cast was amazing,” I added. “If that movie isn’t nominated for the Academy Awards, something is wrong.”
    â€œI haven’t cried in a movie since I can remember. I felt that mother’s pain and I’m not even a mother.”
    â€œWell, one of us better hurry up and have a baby before our pussies dry up,” I said jokingly. “It would be good to have at least one kid around.”
    â€œJemistry, you’re around kids day in and day out.”
    â€œThey’re teenagers; not the same thing. Most of them had to grow up so fast that they could damn near hang out with us.”
    We both laughed.
    â€œI’m not cooking, so want to grab something to eat?” Winsome asked.
    â€œLazy ass. It’s your turn to cook.”
    â€œExactly, and that’s why I’m saying that I’m not doing it. You’d better either grab something on the way home, eat that Greek yogurt in the fridge that expired last week, or starve.”
    I slapped her playfully on the arm. “Let’s go pig out somewhere and then go to the gym and ditch the calories.”
    â€œSounds like a plan.”
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    We decided on Five Guys. Cheap, quick, greasy, and fattening. If we were going in, we might as well go in all the way.
    We grabbed a table with high stools and started digging in like two hungry three-hundred-pound men.
    â€œI’m starving. I skipped lunch today,” I said, trying to make an excuse for gorging myself, even though Winsome was doing the same.
    â€œI had a big-ass lunch, but this food is my guilty pleasure.” A sliver of greasy fried onion fell down into the center of her breasts and she ignored it. “This shit is so good.”
    â€œAren’t you going to dig that out?”
    â€œDig what out?”
    â€œThat piece of onion that fell between your tits?”
    Winsome took a sip of her Coke through a straw. “I’m not digging in my ta-tas in front of all these people.”
    The place was crowded for a Thursday night, but no one probably would have noticed.
    â€œThat’s nasty.” I handed her a napkin. “Take that out.”
    â€œJemistry, listen, you have your etiquette rules and I have mine. We both have some nice racks and food will topple down there every now and then. I’m not going to draw attention to being clumsy with food by digging shit out in public. I wait until I go to the restroom, get home, or at least get in my car to do all that. Ifyou want to yank your tits apart, clear out your bra, and do maintenance, do you.”
    I fell out laughing and threw the longest fry that I could find in my collection at her face.
    â€œYou’re so childish!” she exclaimed.
    â€œNo, childish would have been aiming for the cavern between your tits and letting it keep that poor piece of onion company while your nasty ass leaves it down there suffering.”
    â€œYou are completely shot-out, Jemistry! Shot-out and sprung!”
    I took a bite of another fry. “I’m not sprung. You’re tripping!”
    â€œI saw Tevin dropping you off the other night. Why didn’t you invite him up?”
    â€œChile boo! Invite him up and have him walk in on you butt-ass naked doing a man, a woman, or both? I don’t even think so!”
    â€œYou still rubbing that shit up in my face after all this time. You have a new sofa, and I even threw in some new end tables and an entertainment center. Yet you’re still flapping your gums.”
    â€œThat’s because the visual is still implanted in my memory! It was traumatic!”
    â€œChick, please. As much porn as you have watched in your lifetime, that