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11:11: Let Me Show You (p2)

Main Characters: Jehraye "Jay" Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

A real slow-burn

PT 1

I get back home to Georgia after 11p.m. I lowkey wanted to call Jehraye, but I figured he would’ve been asleep. I get in my car and drive, I loved going back to N.O. but, I did miss downtown Augusta. It’s similar to a lot of places but, still aint nothing like it. I get home, take my bags up to my apartment, take a shower, reheat that white chicken chili I had left, I ate and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning around 10, with A missed call from My mama. I know she’s calling to ask about New Orleans. I made a mental note to call her later. I brush my teeth and get dressed before heading over to the Tattoo shop that Nya owns and doing a little voluntary receptionist work for awhile. I love coming to her shop. Because not only did I get free reign to the little snack bar she had. I got to interact with some cool ass people too. Nya’s a traditional tattoo artist. The people in her shop though, were cartoonist and realist, shit, she even had a traditional stick -and - poke artist too. Dymo, the Realist, actually did the portrait of my great grandma I got three years ago after she passed. All of their work was top-notch. Nya wouldn’t stand for anything else. Which showed, not only in her work, but that of the one’s she hired too.

She was always playing music too. It jumped all over the place. She went from indie artists like music by this dude named Money from Atlanta, Russ to Rodwave, Kodak black, Jacob banks, King von, Kirk franklin to Gallant and Marco Mckinnis ; all the way to Panic at the Disco and all things in between.Crazy enough, the dude “Money” is one of her best friends. Her only preference in most aspects of her life was “I like it.” Music was no different. Mari Walked in at about 11:30. I knew then, my voluntary duties were done. I got up from the desk, hugged Mari, yelled that I was leaving and made my way out of the shop and to the Mall so I can go stare at the back of Spencer’s and ponder not buying shit before I made my way to Victoria’s secret and sniffed around for perfume to buy at their semi annual sale. I picked up the Rainbow Shower, Desert Sky and Cactus Water.

What does the schedule look like for the rest of the day?

“Consultation at 11: 45, Surgery at 12:30 , then lunch ; You’re tightening Miah’s braces, check the schedule for tomorrow and we should both be outta here by 4.

Cool.”

“ So how was your wednesday?”

It was good, why you ask?

“Jaelai told me you went on a date or something yesterday morning.”

Tell yo wife to mind her business.

“My wife, yo sister.”

I bet she the one who sent Toni ass to my table.

“Nooooo. What she say?”

She was chill until I give her the tip, then she talmbout “Make sure you get yo child”

“No she didn’t”

The hell if she didn’t! had my date looking at me funny

“😂”

That shit ain’t funny. Im tryna support her and she throwing salt in the game 😂

“Toni was always fucking with you. She’s been doing it as long as she’s been with Kieran

I know. But, damn if she don’t do it at the worst times.

“Well you got the crybaby today so, be prepared.”

She never cried with me.I don’t know what you be doing to my niece but she don’t like it

“I’m her daddie.”

Maybe it’s because you white.

“I have been white her whole life.”

Ion know maybe she just like me better.

“ Yeah because you always give her what she want.”

She ten , why not?

“I feel sorry for any man who dates any of your daughters.”

Why you say that?

“Cause her like whoever her mama gonna be, is gonna be spoiled to hell. Cause you brother, are a Hopeless Romantic with a damn good job and a real love of women.”

Always. Speaking of romance, you just reminded me that I gotta call Lan once I get off.

The rest of the day went by smooth. The consultation led to another appointment next month for braces, I tightened my nieces braces and The surgery; started and finished quicker than I expected. I was outta the office by 4: 15 . I got in my car and called Alani.

“Hello.”

Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

“I’m doing aight”

That’s good. , how has your day been? Give me details please

“It was pretty good. I woke up, ate, brushed my teeth, got dressed and I went to Nya’s shop.”

Which one of your friends was Nya again?

“The one who had on the red bodycon dress.”

Okay

“ Yeah she’s a tattoo artist. I go to her shop sometimes to help and steal snacks.”

Uh huh

“ Talked to some customers and chilled until Mari got there.”

That’s the one with the red hair?

“Yep.”

Before you continue. Speaking of jobs, what do you do?

“I’m a doula.

Oh Okay, I’m a Orthodontist.

“ At 28?!”

Yes, I have been for like a year, almost two. Anyway, continue on.

“I left the shop, went to the mall and called my mama back after I left Victoria’s Secret, and i’ve been home for a few hours.

Foreal? Cool, i'm bout to Facetime you.

I press the camera icon and wait for her to answer. When she does, the first thing I notice is how shiny her lips are. She has this 90’s lip combo. You know the one with the 5% tint around the edges and it looks amazing on her. I compliment her and our conversation continues. She tells me that she is a birth doula and some of what that entails. I ain’t ever see anybody give birth but, the way she describes it makes it sound like one of the scariest and most beautiful things ever. Most of her clients are Black women, second time moms who have had terrible experiences in the hospital. From women almost dying because nurses and doctors try to write their pain off as “normal” shit.

If the person dealing with this is telling you that they can’t breathe, they have a splitting headache or can’t feel their legs long after the epidural should’ve worn off, you should listen. Hearing her recount some of these stories pissed me off. You shouldn’t fear for your or child’s life coming into the hospital. I learned some things like water births are really popular and are often more relaxing for the mother. That tidbit of information I tucked into my back pocket.

We talked about the time my tooth went through the bottom of my lip and left a scar when I was a kid, my first sexual experience at 14 that involved licking whipped cream off of some pussy once or twice. She told me about the time she ran head first into a brick wall when she was 8 and how she snorted salt up her nose when she was 13 because she “wanted to see what it felt like if she ever snorted powder.” on some wild shit. I was really enjoying the conversation. So much so, that I hadn’t realized I was home, sitting in my car for the past five hours. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 9:40 and I needed to get in the house so that I could shower, eat and go to bed.

Things continued that way for a few more days. Us updating one another throughout the day, nightly phone calls, early morning voice messages. Sending badly angled and funny looking pictures of each other from facetime calls. I've watched her get dressed and she’s watched me get undressed. We’ve fallen asleep on the phone only to wake up and one of us has hung up. And it’s usually her. We’ve given one another recipes. Her recipe for brown butter chocolate chip pecan cookies is top tier and she gave me a lot of praise on my five cheese macaroni. Before I knew it, the Thursday of our date had shown up. I woke up that morning to the reminder and was hella excited. I had been thinking about what to cook for two days now and I decided on Smothered Okra with shrimp and tomatoes over rice. I called her, told her what I had in mind; she said it sounded good and she was going to cook the same; but add chicken to it.

We Facetimed each other while shopping for food. I helped her pick out the proper seasonings and ingredients needed for the dish and advised her to pick up a bag of Basmati rice instead of “regular” rice. I picked up cut okra while she wanted the whole Okra.I grabbed a bottle of wine and she passed on that. We went back to our houses and started preparing the meal. I ain't feel like chopping onions, so I bought the pre-cut ones. She was all about the full process. She chopped her onions, peppers and all while I watched as she struggled to cut some of ‘em because she don’t know how to properly handle a knife. She more than proved my point when she sliced her damned finger, dropped the knife and probably almost cut her foot too.

Baby, be careful, please!

“I’m fine Jehraye, it’s just a little cut. The knife ain’t that sharp”

And that’s probably the problem Lan. Get you some better knives Bae.

“My knives work just fine.”

No they do not, clearly. You were struggling to cut the bell pepper.

“That’s because I don’t know how to cut shit.”

Aight, so you got one option, start buying pre-cut vegetables.

“I will not.”

Then I suggest you get on youtube and learn how to use knives because I'mma order you some new ones.

“Jay-”

No, bae you don’t wanna use pre- cut stuff, I'm getting you new knives. So go ‘head and give me A FedEx drop off, P.O. box, your address or something.

“How about this-”

If ain’t no solution in this baby, don’t even say nothing.

“How about when you come visit me, we can look at knives together.”

Aight that sounds- wait! You gonna let me come see you?!

“Yes sir. Just not until the end of the month.”

Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyy, that’s like 3 weeks away.

“You’ll be fine.”

Nuh uh…. My doctor said if I don’t see you in two weeks imma die.

“Ohhh you so dramatic 😂 yo ass is not gonna die.”

When I am touch deprived for a long time, I start to waste away into a pile of dirt.

“I can’t with you. Jehraye Guidry, you are something else.”

We talk while finishing up the food and once she turns her smothered Okra and shrimp down she announces that she’s about to get in the shower so she can get dressed and the rest of our date can continue. We hang up and about 35 minutes later she’s calling me while she finishes up the rest of her routine. I don't mind because I am also on the tail end of finishing up my hair. I choose to go with a braid out because I know she’s wanted to see my hair. She calls back when I am almost done taking out my last braid. She’s putting on lipgloss and perfume. When she looks at the camera, she gasps and says “Your hair!”

Yeah. you said you wanted to see it out so, I decided to wear it out.

“You look so cute. Now I really wanna play in it.”

Well, when I come to see you; you can play in it for a few minutes

“Why only a few minutes?”

You think Imma come to Augusta and just sit around? We gotta order knives and I wanna go to the mellow mushroom. You said it was a cool bar and I wanna see a lil bit of your city.

“But what if I wanna just lay up with you and play in your hair?”

We can do that. But, you already told me that you like rubbing on folks and I like being rubbed on. That goes on for too long, We might end up in a few more positions than you intended , and you gon be doing a hell of a lot more than playing in my hair.

“ I’m down for wherever that leads us.”

Alani

“Jehraye”

Let me be clear, you rubbing on me…we fucking.

“I understand what you’re saying.”

Yeah, but are you okay with that happening?

“Yes, I want it to.”

Aight. Listen, I've been waiting for this.

“What do you mean?”

I purposefully ain’t been jacking off for about a week.”

“Okay.”

And imma hold off until I get to you.

“Oohhhhh”

Yeah so, you better be prepared.

“I hear you.”

We sit down at our tables and begin eating. I wait to see her take her first bite. I wanted her to like it because the recipe I gave her is truly my own and I wanted to know if she fucked with it. The way my eyes lit up when I saw hers damn near bulge out of her head; the only way I coulda been any happier in that moment was if she and I were sitting in front of each other. I spooned some of the food into my mouth as she moaned satisfactorily at the first taste of my food, she had no idea she was eating. After telling her that I couldn't wait to see her, our conversation took a very sexual turn as we discussed some of the things we were and weren’t willing to do.

“How do you feel about aftercare?”

I rarely ever do it, but the times I have; i’ve enjoyed it.

“Why don’t you do it more?”

My goal is to satisfy the woman and myself, if that puts her to sleep; so be it.

“So aint nobody ever put you to sleep?”

Some have.

“Well, I expect aftercare.”

And you gon get it, if you aint sleep.

So what’s your views on sucking dick?

“I like it. I only do it like a spur of the moment thing. I don’t plan it.”

Okay. I like kissing.That’s before, definitely during and after sex.

“Me too.”’

Aight so, how would you feel if I wanted to eat yo ass?

“That’s a “no”.”

How come?

“I like to kiss, eating ass and kissing don’t usually go hand-in-hand.”

Gotcha

You can bite and choke me though

“For real?”

Yes, Guidry. I’m cool with that; spanking, and to some degree, restraint.

“Oh baby, you gonna have the time of your life.”

And another thing.

“Yes?”

I am loud, and it ain’t always cute, especially if i’m enjoying it.

“Bae, I’m trying to put you in a position where you NEED aftercare. I don’t expect it to be cute.”

Speaking of, what is a typical aftercare routine for you?

“ simple shit.Take you to the toilet, sit with you while you pee. Run you a shower, help clean you up. I’ll carry you if I have to. I’m a cuddler so, after I feel like you’re situated, I’ll clean up and cuddle you for a while. I might fall asleep, if I don’t within the hour; you can expect waffles to be made. But that is the least I would do.”

I want somewhere closer to the most you can do.

“Then you can’t fall asleep or I can do some of it during or before we fuck.”

Okay , I'm cool with that.

I’ll be honest, having this conversation with him right now, was definitely making me horny and in times like this, I am very grateful that I was born a woman. I have no doubt in my mind that if we were next to each other right now, he would be able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him. Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched together and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. He didn’t help any with his hair falling into his face, licking his lips and kissing at me. The rest of that date, I was going back and forth with mindfulness and imagining what he would feel like inside of me. What his tongue and fingers felt like. What he sounds like when he moans, is he a hard or soft dom. What does he say, if anything while he’s having sex. Just then, I decided to ask.

Jehraye.

“Yes, ma’am”

Do you talk during sex?

“Yes, I do. I talk, moan, cuss, I might say something in french.

You speak French?

A little,

“Oh okay. I might make it my goal to hear some of that from you.

“ You get some French outta me, we locked in. the last person I did that with, we was together for 3 years.”

That ain’t THAT long .

“When you 17, yes it is.”

Fair point.

I don’t know why I decided to ask him that knowing it would lead me directly out of mindfulness and into fantasy land. I was still eating and talking but I wasn’t at this date. I was in my bed with this guy I just met three weeks ago, with my face buried into a pillow while he fucked me as I screamed his name in pure ecstasy. Jay must have noticed because when he finally got my attention back he said “ I’m thinking about it too and I’m bricked the fuck up, baby.” “Jaaayyy” his name comes out way more lust-filled than I intended.“ When I get ahold of you, you’ll know I meant what I said on our first date at Nana’s.” He says. “ All I ask is that you don’t run from me. If you need me to slow down or stop, that’s fine. But DO NOT RUN.” “Why not?” I ask. “ It aggravates me and I'm gonna want to punish you for it.” “How come?” “ cause if we fucking, you wanted this dick. So, unless you say “stop” or I feel like I'm hurting you, you taking EVERY inch I got.” “Damn, It’s like that Jay 🙃?” I say. He comes back with “Ion get in no pussy I don’t wanna be in.”

At that moment, I wanted this man more than I have the past few weeks. We talked some more about our personal “Do’s and Don'ts” of sex, and by the time this date was over, Jay had put his hair back up, I was wishing that I wore underwear. Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I’m not a fan of that cold shit hitting my pussy when I pull my underwear back up. Our date continues on and we finish our food. We stay on facetime for the rest of the night, of course we fell asleep on the phone. This time though I didn’t hang up and awoke to see Jay getting dressed. I watched him for a few minutes before saying “Good morning.” He looked at the camera and said “good morning bae.”

Uh uh, where you going?

“ 🙂I’m taking my nieces out for a lil bit of fun today.”

awwwww , what are ya’ll gonna do?

“They wanna go to the trampoline park and the movies.”

Okay, what are ya’ll gonna watch?

“They wanna see Tiana's Place”

Oh okay, I saw a few commercials for that.

“yeah”

Why y'all leaving so early though?

“So I can catch the matinee, These girls are pricey.”

You shouldn’t be worried about that.

“What you mean?”

The way you did and were willing to spend on me in Nola…

“Yea, now Imagine that on a slightly smaller scale, times three.”

Yep. Baby catch that matinee

Exactly 😂that, on top of gas and feeding them whatever they wanna eat when one of em, wants crumbl cookie and subway; the other one gonna want wendy’s but, a blizzard from sonic and the baby, she aint eating nothing that ain’t a 6pce nugget happy meal with apple slices and a mcflurry wit extra oreos.

Ohhh with the way you spend money, you must be a damn popular Dentist.

“I make good money but I also have a roommate so I can save a bit more.”

Oh okay. Good Well, Imma let you go so you can enjoy your day with your nieces.

“Aht aht.”

What?

“When did we start hanging up without kisses?”

I blow a kiss at the phone and Jay says “Thank you” and hangs up.

My Friday was pretty laid back. Until it wasn’t. My client went into an early labor, so I turned off Law & Order and made my way to North Augusta. When I got there I was the only part of her birthing team present. Because she hadn’t called anyone else yet. She’s one of the patients I offer free advice and to some degree birthing services to, as part of my program where I help young single mothers cope with, prepare for and assist during birth. Despite this being her second time giving birth, she was terrified. I could see it in her eyes. She feared the pain, the uncertainty and a second breech birth. About five minutes after I got there we made calls to the rest of her birthing team, and set up the pool.

We sat her in it and talked through the contractions and tried to keep her calm until it was time for her to push. I held her hand, and fed her some strawberries and ice chips while she focused on breathing and pushing. About 3 hours later Her son had started to crown. When we told her, she started crying. This baby wasn’t breech and maybe this labor would be easier. Forty-five minutes after that baby Eanion Ahzi Rivers was born. He was so adorable. We got him cleaned up and I stayed for a few hours after and took care of the baby while she rested. I Picked my phone up and saw I had 2 missed calls from Jay. Eanion’s mama was a wake so I stepped out to return bae’s calls.

“You musta been sleep.”

No. I just helped deliver a baby a few hours ago.

“For real! How’d it go? Are mama and the baby okay?”

Yes, She had a little boy.

“Awwww. How are you doing though?”

I’m fine, we were prepared for a breech birth but he came out head first and he is the chubbiest lil thing you ever did see. How was the day with ya nieces?

“ listen, next time, they can’t get the Aux.”

Why?

“I fuck with Gracie’s corner but, I wanna hear some Akeem ali, Russ, D4L, Ludacris or something while i’m driving .”

Jay, you don’t wanna know what sound the letter makes 😂?

“Hell no, I’m outta school shit 😂”

Well, It seems like you had just as good of a day as I did.

“I did. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I’m their favorite uncle.”

I bet you are. You’re definitely one of my favorite people.

“Awwwww, you mean that?”

Yeah.

“Aight, then sit on my face when I get to Augusta.”

JEHRAYE

“ALANI”

GUIDRY

“Quit calling me by my government like that.”

Well what do you want me to call you ?

“Jumbo dick Jay”

OMG you-

“I’m bullshiting. It ain’t that big. It’s just right for the body it's attached to.”

I bet. When are you gonna book your flight?

“Next week.”

Good, that way I can set my schedule up right. How long do you plan on staying?

“Two days.”

Okay.

“Yeah, clear that schedule.”

I will.

After that she had to go back and attend to her client. I went to hang out with Kieran and Asa. Asa, my best friend since middle school and the one who leaves me stranded on these road trips is a High School AP Calculus teacher. Kieran, my best friend since junior year of college and now roommate, is an HR consultant. Asa has always wanted to be a teacher. Despite the pay and us trying to convince him to at least go into the college sector, loves what he does. He had a hard time with math when we were little and it frustrated him so, he decided he was gonna do what he had to. He wanted math to come almost as easy to him as English and history did, and he made it happen. This nigga is one of the smartest people I know and he deserves every praise he gets. He’s worked hard for it. Kieran on the other hand, Is married; well was married to Toni and they have a 4 year old son together. My Godson Kieran Jamez “KJ” Landry Jr. He always had a thing for Toni so, when they started dating, she became his girlfriend and I became both of their friends and the third wheel. And despite going through a divorce; which I think is stupid because they clearly still love and want each other; these motherfuckas are hard headed and are hurting because they tryna teach eachother lessons. But I can’t force them together. Me and the guys hang out for a few hours and then we head to our respective homes. I get in, Call Alani, we talk for awhile and I go to sleep.

PT 1

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11:11: A Night In New Orleans (p1)

Main characters: Jehraye "Jay: Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

This is definitely a slow-burn.

PT2

“Excuse me.”

Yeah?

“I don’t mean to be a bother but, what cologne do you have on?”

Why, you tryna buy it for your man?

“Ha, no. but I do have brothers.”

Gotcha, It’s Sauvage.

“Thank you.”

You’re welcome.

Did you ask him?

Yea, It was Sauvage.

I told you.

I guess it does smell different on everyone.

She was pretty as hell.

“Who”

The girl that asked what you had on.

I wasn’t paying any attention.

I can tell. Cause if you were, you wouldn’t have let her walk away.

Where she at?

Over there in the corner by the bar.

Oh! She is pretty.

From that moment, I made it my mission to get her number. I wasn’t leaving that club without it. So I walked my happy ass right over to where she and her friends were sitting. A drink I thought she may like, in hand. I introduce myself to them and offer her the drink.

No, Thank you. I don’t know you. You could’ve done something to that drink

“Understandable. Would you like to come to the bar with me? You can get whatever you want.” she looks at her friends, and the one with the long ginger hair and a leather dress that laces up the sides says

“Girl, go ahead. We can see and I ain’t come by myself. If you get what I'm saying.”

Bet.

We get to the bar and she orders Sprite, Grenadine and a lemon. Then asks for a double shot of D’usse. The Bartender looks at me and I order the same.

I’m Jay, By the way.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alani.”

You , Alani. Are gorgeous.

“Thank you”

Imma keep it short, I clearly think you're gorgeous and would like to have your number. I told myself that I wasn’t leaving here without it.

“What if my answer is “no” “?

I’d take ��no” for an answer. I wouldn’t want to though.

Well, you come across as a decent person and you’re quite handsome yourself. ( ) -___-____.

Thank you.

I ask if she and her friends would like to do a little bar hopping with me and mine. She walks away, comes back and we all agree to meet up at The Saint bar and Lounge. We walk in, sit down and order more drinks and food. She and I talk all night. I’m sitting so close to her, I’m sure that folks think we’re in a relationship. I don’t mind though, that could very well be my end goal.

Time must have been flying because I look up and it’s 3 a.m. in the fucking morning and I got a little bit of a hangover to sleep off. So, I lean over, tell her i’m about to leave. I stand up and she does the same before I ask her to put my number in her phone. She does so and I go home.

I wake up to a message that says “Good morning beautiful, if you’re feeling up to it, meet me at Nana’s Chicken N Waffles by 10.” I look at the clock and it’s 9 :16. I look up the location for the restaurant and see that it is a five minute walk from my hotel. So, why not?. I get up, Get dressed, tell Mari and Nya that i'm going out for breakfast with Jay. she gives me the groggiest “ I got glory wit me.” I used wonder why she named her gun that. She told me, “Cause that’s wey imma send em if dey make the wrong move.” Every time I think about it, I laugh because, girl what?

I leave the hotel room and go down to the lobby. I swear if I wasn’t on my way to get breakfast, I would’ve been right there with the rest of the folks eating because, damn, did that food smell good. Against my own judgment, I decide to walk out of the lobby and make my way to the restaurant. I walk into Nana’s and the hostess asks if I need to be seated. I told her I was here meeting someone; just then Jay gets up and comes up to the station and lets her know, i’m with him. As we’re walking to the table Jay tells me I smell good. “What kinda perfume do you have on?” he asks. “Brazilian Crush Cheirosa 40” I say. “What is that, like a Chanel no.5?” Hell no. this smells way better.” He looks at me with this innocent yet sly look on his face and a smirk on his lips and says “Especially on you.” We get to the table and sit down. We scan the QR Code for the menu. All of it sounds so good.

I order the Banana Foster Chicken -N- Waffles. Jay orders the Salmon Patties and A creole Seafood omelet. Before the waitress walks off he orders a “Nana’s Half and Half” for us and tells her to bring me a seafood omelet as well. In about 15 minutes, our food is brought to us. We sit and talk, laugh and flirt a little. I learn that his name is Jehraye“Jay” Guidry, He’s 28 from New Orleans, he’s 6’4, no kids, and doesn’t like when his hair tickles his collar bone and that's why he always has it braided back or in a high ponytail of some sort. Then I, being the person I am, start to calculate the bill.

“That’s a lot of money. Especially on top of what you spent last night.”

What did I spend last night?

“The double shots were $13 a piece, Sprites were $3, the next place we went to, you couldn’t have spent less than $85. In the last spot, it was about another $60. That is already way over $100.”

Okay.

“And now you’re about to spend no less than $85?”

And again I say “okay?”

“That’s A Lot of money for a stranger. You don’t know me, I could be tryna trick roll you or kill ya”.

Sweetie, That money aint even putting a dent in my pockets. As far as you trying to kill or trick-roll me; I can protect you, ya friends and mine with no issue.

“Okay, Benny Big Baller.”

Naw, I aint rich but-

“I’ll spend a lil bit. So who you wit--”

She points to me , I know what she wants so I give it to her and finish her sentence with “Let’s do this shit.” and we both jump in on the following vocalization.

“I couldn’t resist. What were you saying?”

I’m not rich but I am very comfortable. ------You like the food?

“ I'm not real big on breakfast food. These waffles though; delicious

Ain't they? My waffles taste better though.

She goes “Is that so?” “Yep. spend the night at my house, I’ll cook you breakfast and you can judge that for yaself.” I say. “ohhh , so you want to sleep with me?” “I do, and i’d appreciate it if you would allow me to show you what a night full of back-breaking, toe curling, mind-blowing sex with Jehraye Guidry is like……at some point in the near future.” “And If I say no, I have to pay for my food and the drinks you bought me and my friends last night huh? I’m glad I brought my wallet because I knew this was gonna happen.”

Wait, wait a minute love. Even if your answer is “no”. You aint gotta pay for any of this. I invited you out because I wanted to spend some more time with ya. I wanna fuck your brains out, respectfully; i aint gon lie but, if you don’t wanna, that’s fine AND I’m still gon pay for ALL of this.

“Well, that’s different. I’m not used to that.”

Yeah, you’re probably used to niggas who trying to spend more money than they have, trying to get something they can’t and turn into lil whiny ass babies when you don’t wanna fuck, huh?

“That’s about right.”

That aint me. If I couldn’t afford to take you here, I wouldn’t have offered.

“And what about this mind-blowing sex you speak of ?”

I wouldn’t have promised if I couldn’t deliver.

“You quite confident in your sex game huh, Jehraye?”

I am. I’m also confident in the fact that my waffles are better. She laughs a little then says;

“Now, I truly believe you just be saying shit.”

What you mean?

“You don’t remember what you said last night?”

No. Oh God, what the fuck did I say?

“Ohhhh Jay, you were bad, just saying anything.”

Stop playing, What did I say

“Can I grab your stomach, you look so soft.”

WHAT

That ain’t it. Then you said “Yo toes so pretty ,Can I suck on em?” mind you, It’s low-light and you can’t even see my toes”

It don’t get no worse do it?

“It does. When we was-”

Stop, I don’t need to know anymore of that Embarrassing shit.

“😆 you said it”

This why I don’t drink. I get around people I find attractive and all my kinks/ fetishes and shit start coming out.

“Oh? Fetishes, you say?”

Yeah. But let's keep it PG. I ain’t cool truly taking this conversation where it could go and you haven’t decided on whether or not you would even let me kiss you.”

“See I probably would have if…you ain’t just eat that Seafood omelet.”

Jay proceeds to look at the omelet with a little stank face and says “Damn, bruh. You ruining my chances.”

Not you talking to the food

“Man, you gotta talk to it 🙂 that’s how you know what it wants. Ya understand? You gotta know if it wanna be flipped, smacked, drilled, massaged…”

I thought we were keeping it PG?

“Ohh damn. I did say that .”

Just then my phone started vibrating.

Yes, you di- Hold on, my friend is calling me.

“Its cool.”

Lan where the hell you at? I told you I was getting breakfast with Jay. Girl, it aint breakfast no damn more. It’s twelve damn thirty! Oh shit. Aight, I’m about to leave.

“Everything good?”

Yeah, but I gotta go cause me and my friends have plans and our flight leaves in 7 hours.

“Damn, and I was gonna ask you to dinner.”

I’m sorry. I would like to, but I can’t.

“How about thursday after next?”

Oh no, I’m not from here.

“I can tell. But you have my number. We can Facetime, cook and enjoy a meal together. “

I’m down for that.

“Cool. Let me pay and I'll walk you out. -----Thank you Love, Here’s ya tip.”

OH! Thank you. The waitress walks away but not before saying, “Don’t forget to come pick up your child Friday ."

“Maaaaan, all I know is you better have him ready when I come.”

Yeah yeah

I look at Alani and she’s looking at me funny.

She then says “I thought you didn’t have any kids.”

I Don’t. I promise you it ain’t what you think.

“If you say so.” she replies

For real, that’s my Godson’s mama.

“Okay.”

We get up from the table and walk toward the double doors at the front of the restaurant. He opens and holds the door as I walk out. We reach the outside where the sun is beaming down on us and he still hasn’t let go of my hand when he turns to me and says “the crawfish and shrimp killed the kiss; but can I have a hug?” I give him a hug and this muthafucka lifts me off of my feet looks me dead in my eyes and says “Understand, not only am I willing and capable of figurativey sweeping you off your feet. I can do it literally too.” He puts me down and I stand there for a second waiting for him to unwrap his arms from around me. He says “See ya later Gorgeous. As i’m walking away my phone starts vibrating and I think it’s Mari or Nya but It was Jay. I pick it up and turn around, now walking backwards, smiling and looking at him.

Hello?

“Turn back around”

For what? Aint nothing back there for you to see.

“Maybe you had a stain in the back of your skirt and I’m tryna see.”

Ain’t no stain on my skirt Jay.

“How you know? You can't see back there.”

I know ain’t nothing back there because my period ain’t on, it’s clean and I didn’t sit on anything.”

“If you say so.”

I do. Do I have to keep walking like this or you gonna let me walk in peace.

“You turned around, i ain’t ask you to.”

Whatever.

Yeah, exactly 😂. Call me before you get on the plane.

I will.

“Aight, talk to you later.”

Later.

I hang up the phone and go back to the hotel, get to the room where Nya and Mari are getting dressed so we can leave. I’m still wearing the same green cargo style maxi skirt, tan cropped graphic tee, orange platform sandals and Crochet bucket hat I had on this morning. Cute but comfortable was definitely the move for today's outfit. Mari though, naw. Despite carrying a gun at all times, Mari wore very form fitting clothes and today was no different. She wore a long Jade Green crocheted halter top dress, A nameplate Necklace and these really pretty “Fairy '' heels she bought from somewhere. She had put her signature Ginger hair in a messy bun. How she finesses these wigs so well, I’ll never know. Nya, Had decided she was gonna step into her Stud bag today. She wore these light blue skinny jeans with cutouts at the knees, slightly Oversized “Cult Movie Club'' Steven Rhodes tee and some black Jordans.She threw that silk press behind her ears, put on that bucket hat and that watch her daddy gave her three years ago and we were out.

We had two things to do before we left. Visit Nya’s Grandma and go to New Orleans Drink lab. We went to the drink lab first. We had registered for the two hour class where we would be making cocktails like the Sazerac and the Hurricane. I learned how to properly muddle because apparently you can overdo it. We made and sipped a few drinks. They were damn good and I definitely took down some of the recipes in my notes so that I can go home and make myself about two of those hurricanes. I really enjoyed that. After we left the Drinking Lab we were on our way to Nya’s Grandma’s house.

She lives in one of those shotgun houses in the Treme Neighborhood. We pull up to the house and from the outside you can tell it’s an old house. It needs to be pressure washed but, She’s in her Seventies and her children either live out of state or fairly far away. So, it ain’t getting done right now. We get out of the uber suitcases in tow, and walk up to the house and I immediately recognize the Black storm screen covering the Orange four paneled crescent windowed door . Nya knocks on the door, her grandmother asks “who at my damn do’?” “It’s A’nya Granny.” She says and we listen as she fumbles with the locks, opens the door, Then the Storm door. No sooner than we walk in, the scent of cinnamon and oranges playfully dance about my nose.

Mrs. B, who we called Mama B, mama or granny; who doesn’t allow random people to call her by her full last name because “Without her husband, it’s only half a name.” keeps a cinnamon broom in every room in this house. Walking into this house feels like home. From the wood floors, fading and chipped red paneling on the walls, the shelf in the corner that houses all the knick-knacks and treasures she has collected over the years; that aged brown couch with the small coffee table directly in front it. The pictures of herself and the ones she loves on the walls, the decorative rug halfway under the table. Right down to the gas stove, small “ice box” that is situated next to the back door, A china cabinet on the wall opposite the stove and the beautiful knife block tucked into the corner where the end piece of the cabinet contours to the wall. It all felt like home.

Her house stayed warm because she always had the curtains open during the daytime. We walked to the table and sat down as Nya’s grandma asked if we wanted something to drink. No one declined the glass of Ice tea that was maybe a little too sweet from time to time. Then Mama B sat at the head of the table and started asking us about our time here in New orleans.

I see you still with that pretty wife of yours Nya

“Grandma, yes. I told you this was a forever thing” Nya said as she looked at Mari like she did 2 years ago on the night they got married.

If you aint got nothing else from your paw, you damn sure know how to pick em pretty.

“Thank you, Mama,” Mari says.

We talked about the drink lab, our stay at the hotel and the bar hopping we did last night. Nya brings up a story about how this guy tried to talk to her despite telling him she was married and her wife was sitting right next to her. The guy being dumb drunk says “I like girls who like girls.”

“Well what you say to him Ny-Ny, cause you a lil smart-ass like your daddie.”

He your son.

“Yeah, that’s why I know where you get it from.”

“She said; “Well I like boys who like boys. You okay with that?” Mari answered.

Got dammit girl. Yeah you definitely mine.

We all laugh at what Mama B says to Nya because it’s so true. Not only does she act like her, she looks like her grandmother. The same bright yellow complexion, round face, big ears and heart shaped mouth. She had her mama’s eyes though. After few more minutes of talking, i’m now the topic of conversation and am being asked if I met someone. Mari, jumps in and says “Yep. and he was cute too. He even took her out for breakfast this morning.”

“Oh?! Well what he look like?” asks Mama B

Cute. He was tall, brownskin, tattoos, a head full of hair. He had on a nice bracelet, a light brown cuban shirt, Tan pants . I couldn’t see his shoes though. And he had a pretty gold ring on his middle finger. Oh! A set a grillz that covered six of his bottom teeth.

“What’s his name baby?”

Jay Guidry.

“Oh, I don’t know anybody by that name.------Well did you enjoy his company?”

“Shoot we all did. He paid for ALL of her drinks and about 2-3 rounds of ours.” Nya says

“That’s good.” Granny says.

Our conversation continues for about another fifteen minutes before we tell Nya’s grandma that we have to leave. She hugs us all and kisses Nya on the cheek before we exit the house, get in the uber and make our way to the airport. On the ride back all I can think about now is, Jehraye. How handsome this dude really was. His facial features were so balanced to me. He had chubby cheeks but high cheekbones. A flat bridge but the tip of his nose was kinda round. His face was round but his jawline was sharp. He has small eyes and naturally arched eyebrows with eyelashes longer than Mari’s nails. He is exactly what you think of when you imagine someone who is pretty and handsome.

Before I know it, we were at the airport getting our bags from the trunk of the uber and walking into the airport. We went to the gate closest to our terminal and sat down. We had another hour and some change before the flight left so I decided to call Jay while Mari went and got Overpriced food from the subway.

Hello?

“How ya doing?”

Better now.

“Were you busy?”

Naw, I just got off the phone with my homeboy.

“The one that was with you last night?

Yeh, That fool ass bwoy.

“Why you say that?”

Man, this dude want me to ride two whole hours with him

“To where?”

Nowhere he just be going on random ass roadtrips

“That ain’t a bad thing.”

No, it’s not but once you done been stuck in a city, where you don’t know nobody, ya best friend getting pussy and you in a hotel room cause you ain’t got your car cause your so-called friend said ya’ll were only there to try food….too many damn times, road trips ain’t all that fun no more hea.

“Oh shit, he be leaving you stranded like that? 😂”

That’s exactly why I tell his ass “no”.

“I don’t blame you there.”

Nuff’ about him though. How you like my city?

“It’s beautiful, always is.”

You’ve come down here before?

“Yeah, this is like my third time.”

Did you enjoy it?

I did. I met this fine ass guy named Ja-Jerahn, Jared, Jervaughn, Something with a “J” Guidry.”

Uh huh

“Tall, smelled good, Head full of hair, That I lowkey wanted to play in.”

Is that so?

“Yeah don’t tell him that though.”

Yeah okay 😂

“Oh! And he had the most kissable lips

I suck my teeth before saying “Well, why you aint kiss me. You knew I wanted you to?!”

“I can’t act on all my impulses.”

The ones you have with me, yes the hell you can.

“You wild 🤣 I keep telling you that we don’t know each other.”

True but I wanna get to know you.

“We're in the middle of that now.”

True and I do have one question for you right now.

“Okay.”

How tall are you cause-

“Shut up Jay!”

I’m just saying, I saw clean over your head the whole night.

“I’m tall e-damn-nough.”

Soft spot I see.

“Not really but men always point out my height.”

That’s cause you short mama.

“To y'all, nobody told ya’ll to bring asses over here.”

True. Ion know about them but, I saw a pretty face. Initially, that’s all that matters.

“I believe ya.”

You should, why would I lie about that?

“People have lied for and about less.”

I aint them. My name is Jehraye “Jay” Guidry. But you can call me “Big Daddy”.

“You nasty 😂.”

You have no Idea. I’ll make you nut in my mouth and kiss you.

I almost burst out laughing. Her silence was loud ass hell. It’s like you could hear her jaw drop over the phone.

Alani….

“Yo, you can’t be saying that in the airport!”

YOU in the airport. I’m home.

“ what are you doing anyway?”

I’m about to cook some spaghetti. I was gonna make a tripe soup but I didn’t feel like it once I got in the store.

“I bet you eat chitlins’”

And pigs feet too. She let out a little giggle and our conversation continued. I now know that she likes earth-toned colors, and black has a special place in her heart; she’s not a fan of potato salad or celery, she’s been natural for over ten years, and that she is from Columbia,SC. We continue talking about random shit until she tells me that she’s about to board the plane and has to hang up. We say our goodbyes and I get back to cooking. Spaghetti and garlic bread, onion and all.

PT 2

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