“What?” Misty sat up, cracked open an eye, and looked at the clock. The red digital numbers announced that it was 8:30 and the darkened bedroom was evidence that the day had turned to evening. “Damn,” Misty said, shocked that they’d slept so long.
“I know you and that Brick ain’t still laying up in that bed ’sleep. Get the hell up, Misty. Brick, you, too. Both of y’all get out that bed right the hell now.”
“Okay, Mom. But damn, you ain’t gotta be all loud and bangin’ on my door.”
“Who pays the bills around here?”
Misty sighed and rolled her eyes. “All right, Mom. We’re getting up now.”
“I’m getting ready to go get a drink around the corner at the bar. When I get back, I want y’all up, dressed, and out!”
Brick slept through the bickering and continued to sleep.
Shane woke up instantly, stretched his sinewy body, and cut his eye at the clock. He sat up and massaged his head. “Who got the weed?” Shane sat on the edge of the bed. “Damn, my whole body hurts; cramped up in this bed with you and Brick ain’t no joke.”
“Me? How much room did I take up?”
“I know you tiny and all, but you sleep wild and crazy. You be moving all over the place. And that big ox,” he said, pointing to Brick. “My arm is numb; feels like him and all his ten tons was laying on my shit all night.” Shane grimaced as he rubbed his arm. “I need some weed.”
“We didn’t stop and get none, ’member?” Misty reminded him. “We’ll have to hollah at Wayne Gee later on.”
“Damn, I don’t like waking up with no weed,” Shane grumbled as he worked his hands upward and began to massage the top of his head.
Shane took out his cell phone and called Paula. When she picked up, he said, “Is your old man still at the crib? No? Well next time the plans change, hit me up on my cell; give me some kind of warning. That shit was fucked up. Yeah, aiight. I’ll be over soon.” He paused. “Oh, now you trying to rush me? I’ll get there when I get there. Damn.”
“What did she say?” Misty asked when Shane hung up.
“Said her husband’s trip got delayed. But it’s cool, the muthafucker’s on the road now.”
“For how long?”
“I don’t know. Probably three or four days. I gotta take a shower. Did your mom leave yet?”
“I don’t know; let me check.” Misty unlocked the bedroom door. “Mom! Mom, are you still here?” She closed the door. “She must have left.”
“Aiight; I’m gonna take a quick shower.” They both cast a curious gaze at Brick, who had rolled over on his side.
Misty pulled open one of Brick’s eyes. It was unfocused as if he were dead.
“Come on; he’s out for the count. He took a couple Xanies on the way home. He ain’t waking up no time soon.”
Misty and Shane got in the shower together. “You know you gotta tighten me up before you go fuck that bitch.” She closed the shower curtain and turned on the water.
Brick startled them when he stumbled into the bathroom. With his eyes closed, he lifted the toilet seat and began to urinate. When he finished, he didn’t flush the toilet and he didn’t wash his hands. Like a zombie, he went back to the bedroom.
Misty and Shane, crouched in a corner as they hid from Brick, doubled over in laughter when he left. Misty’s drenched hair was plastered to her face.
“You look so beautiful right now,” Shane said in a tender voice. “I really don’t want to go over Paula’s.”
“I know you don’t, Shane, but we spent all the money. You gotta go get some more.” Misty washed Shane’s well-developed shoulders and back. She handed him the washcloth, which he soaped up and gently washed her small breasts, and stomach, He stopped when he got to her groin. He placed the soap and washcloth on the plastic shower rack.
Misty put a foot up on the side of the tub as Shane delicately separated the folds of her vagina, got down on his knees, and licked it clean.
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