Play The Game. Doug Dixon
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Название: Play The Game
Автор: Doug Dixon
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9780758250407
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“Tangie, you know Mya is waiting for Mr. Right. You’d better tell her—”
“Mr. Right, huh? Ain’t no such thing,” Tangie responded with assurance.
“Amen to that,” Stephanie replied.
“One thing I do know is that I’m curling up with Mr. Todd Wilson tonight.” Tangie continued.
Todd Wilson had been the quarterback of Tangie and Stephanie’s high-school football team. According to Stephanie it was merely a sexual relationship that lasted throughout their high-school years. After graduation, Todd went to Alabama State University in Montgomery on an athletic scholarship, and never looked back.
“What? Todd Wilson?” Stephanie replied in disbelief. “Last I heard he was married with kids and living in Tennessee.”
“He was living in Tennessee but they moved back to Atlanta about a year ago. We ran into each other at the club this past weekend and exchanged numbers.”
“You mean after all these years you’re just going to spread your legs for this man?” I asked in a shocked tone.
“Hell, yes. Girl, you don’t understand. Todd was my first. Every time we did it, my fucking toes curled. It’s rare that you meet a man that can do all that.”
“Girl, where is your respect for yourself? That man is married with a family,” Stephanie exclaimed.
“Look, I’ve been married twice, and me and those bastards got on each other’s nerves. Hell, if you ask me, I’m doing his wife a favor by getting his ass out of the house every now and then. After all, it’s just sex.”
“Anyway,” Stephanie replied dryly.
“Yeah, Tangie, you can’t trust a man who cheats on his wife,” I said.
“You two just don’t understand. It’s not trust that I want…It’s that ten-inch dick.” Caught off guard, Stephanie and I laughed out loud.
“Now, if you two don’t mind, I will see you later. I have to get ready for my weekend.” Tangie winked at us.
Outside the window from the teachers’ lounge you could see the rain beginning to come down in drizzles. I gathered the rest of my things as Stephanie and I walked outside under the covered walkway.
“I’ll call you later!” I shouted as I ran to my car. Stephanie trotted alongside me as she ran toward hers.
After struggling to get my car door open, I managed to get inside. Heading toward my town house in Lawrenceville, I hit horrible traffic. I sat there for about twenty minutes on I-85, staring at the back of this SUV that blocked my view of the traffic ahead. I turned up the radio to hear my favorite song. During the course of a ten-minute music marathon, a commercial came on about ladies’ night at the newly opened club Nsomnia this Saturday night. Hmm, this might be a good chance to meet some really nice brothers, I thought. Still sitting in traffic, I grabbed a pen from my purse and wrote down the details of the event. I’m going to call the girls and see if they are down for it, I thought.
When I made it home I read through my mail, ate dinner, then headed upstairs and put on some shorts and a tee-shirt before lying across my bed. Another lonely weekend, I thought. I turned on the TV and watched the evening news before checking my answering machine. I had one call, from my Grandma LeVeaux. She’s my paternal grandmother and the grandparent I’m closest to. When I was little, I used to spend the weekends at her house and we would stay up all night talking about her childhood. Grandma LeVeaux lives in Metairie, an outskirt of New Orleans. She’s a mixture of French and Creole with a really thick New Orleans drawl. Grandma LeVeaux doesn’t play, either. She keeps a .22-caliber pistol with her at all times and will pull it out in a heartbeat. She spends her day mostly sitting on the porch, drinking her table wine, gossiping with her friends that live down the street, or she sits in front of the TV, watching game shows and soaps. She’s been on her own since my granddad passed ten years ago, but she’s managed to stay strong despite her loss.
“Hey, Grandma. How are you?” I called.
“Mya? Girl, Don’t ’hey, Grandma’ me. Why haven’t you called me lately, baby?”
“I’m sorry, Grandma, I—”
“I haven’t heard from you in over two months. What are you doing out there?”
“Nothing much, just working…I like the new school where I’m teaching.”
“When are you coming to see me? I see all of my grandchildren but you. You know Rodney is out of prison.”
“What? Really?” I replied, surprised.
Rodney LeVeaux is my one cousin who is fucking insane. He is my dad’s brother’s son. We grew up really close until my dad banned him from coming over to the house with what my father called his “devilish ways.” Rodney was in prison for robbing department stores in the malls around New Orleans. He would walk into a store about fifteen minutes before it closed, and hide underneath the clothes rack until the employees left for the night. Afterwards, he would walk around filling trash bags with clothes, then line them up near the fire exit. From there he would call his friends, who were waiting outside in their cars, and he would burst open the door, throwing everything in the trunk before driving off. Because he had prior offenses, the judge threw the book at him and sentenced him to four years in prison.
“Where is he now?” I asked.
“I don’t know. He came by here one day for a while and ate dinner with me but I haven’t seen him since. He asked about you.”
“Really? Has he gone by to see Daddy?”
“You know better than that. You know how your daddy is.”
My dad has a reputation for being a hard-nosed minister. I grew up in a very strict household. I couldn’t wear makeup until I was a senior in high school. Couldn’t talk on the telephone after seven o’clock until I was sixteen, and Marvin, my first love, had to join the choir and get involved in church activities before my father would even consider letting me go out with him. I was so afraid of my dad finding out, I was scared to let Marvin touch me whenever we’d go out on dates. Needless to say, he got tired of my excuses for not kissing him, and we finally broke up for a while until after my first year in college at Louisiana State University—which is where I saw a real, live penis for the first time, by the way. I actually lost my virginity to a basketball player named Lyndell Moody in the backseat of his Ford Mustang. He was so rough with me I was sore for about a week. Not to mention that fucker gave me crabs. The night before I was to go home for Christmas break, I was asleep and felt something crawling all over me between my legs. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to check myself out. I freaked when I saw what looked to be little, tiny lobsters everywhere. They were on my pubic hairs, my arm, and even my eyelashes. I stayed up all night trying to kill them with rubbing alcohol but it felt like they were crawling all over my body.
I panicked and quickly called my Grandma LeVeaux, who laughed out loud when I told her what I was feeling. “Girl, you got the crabs, and alcohol ain’t gonna do nothing but stir them up. I tell you what—instead of going home, come stay with me for a СКАЧАТЬ