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to let that go. The man has been married three times...something ain’t right but let’s just give that the benefit of the doubt, right? Let’s just look at the whole enchilada, the whole picture.” She moved her arms around, becoming more animated, causing Jayme to fall head first into a laughing frenzy once more.
“He is good looking and I am not talking about our personal trainer Douglass good-looking, I am talking about Idris Elba good looking, okay?!”
Jayme nodded, unable to speak as her mouth filled with more alcohol and she held on by a thread to not spew it across the room as her girlfriend continued to entertain her.
“The man has money, only one child, and that child is like sixteen now...and he is a damn doctor... How many doctors do you know are struggling to find a damn date?” she continued before Jayme could respond.
“And funny...the man is funny as hell, has me and everyone else in Band-Aids and stitches. Something is wrong with this picture if he is habitually single.”
“It does kinda raise one’s suspicions, now, doesn’t it?” Jayme chuckled as she wiped a tear out of her eye with her knuckle. Just then, her cellphone rang. She reached over onto the coffee table and looked at it. “Oh, it’s my boss. This is odd for him to call me this late, and I’m off tomorrow…” She held the phone in her hand. “Must be important. Hold on a second, Wanda.”
Wanda nodded and lay back against the plush, black pillows. Leisurely crossing her ankles, she closed her eyes and rested as Jayme rose from the couch and answered her phone.
“Hello, Captain Jasper.” She slowly paced back and forth in front of her couch. “Yes, I did, thanks. I’m working on the...right. Actually, we did a sting last night and found out that the hotel being used is the Hay-Adams...oh yes, these are ballas.” She chuckled. “Oh...of course.... What?! I mean, no disrespect, but are you kidding me? ...Right now? Okay, sure. Yes. I’ll be right there.”
Jayme hung up the phone and looked at Wanda, a huge smile bursting across her smooth, mocha face. Wanda opened her eyes, seemingly feeling Jayme’s stare.
“Girl, what? You look like you were just told you won the lottery.”
“You aren’t going to believe this...it’s like my prayers have been answered!” She jumped up and down giddily, feeling the wine sloshing about in her gut as she made merry.
“What? You got a promotion?” Wanda sat up straight, her grin almost as wide as Jayme’s.
“In a way...I can’t tell you anything...but...”
“Girl, you better stop playin’! You know I won’t tell anyone!”
“Wanda! The FBI wants me to work with them on the ‘XXX’ murder case!” Jayme blurted as she raced around her apartment like a mad woman, laughing and leaping about in delirious cheerfulness. Her home-spun dances soon landed her on her tasseled black and crimson rug, bunching it up with her hyper feet. Wanda shot up from the couch, clutching her chest.
“Holy shit!” she laughed. “Jayme, this is great news! I can’t believe it!”
“Me either! I hate to cut our night short, but...”
“Oh, please.” Wanda waved at her. “We can talk about my man troubles later. This is far more exciting!” She grabbed Jayme’s arms, pulled her to her and gave her a big hug.
“Whew, okay.” Jayme took a deep breath. She couldn’t stop smiling. “Let me calm my behind now.”
“Do you need a ride? I don’t trust you to drive with all this giddiness and booze floating around inside you.” Wanda grinned.
“You’re in not much better shape, Wanda. I’ll just call a cab.”
Wanda scrunched up her face and smiled.
“Thank goodness I didn’t drink that next glass...I was on my way, too! I may have been incoherent; I may not have understood a word he said.” Jayme shook her head.
“‘XXX’ murder case...girl! Jayme, my God. It gets no better than that!”
****
Xzion was tired. By now, the ambulances and policemen
“He is good looking and I am not talking about our personal trainer Douglass good-looking, I am talking about Idris Elba good looking, okay?!”
Jayme nodded, unable to speak as her mouth filled with more alcohol and she held on by a thread to not spew it across the room as her girlfriend continued to entertain her.
“The man has money, only one child, and that child is like sixteen now...and he is a damn doctor... How many doctors do you know are struggling to find a damn date?” she continued before Jayme could respond.
“And funny...the man is funny as hell, has me and everyone else in Band-Aids and stitches. Something is wrong with this picture if he is habitually single.”
“It does kinda raise one’s suspicions, now, doesn’t it?” Jayme chuckled as she wiped a tear out of her eye with her knuckle. Just then, her cellphone rang. She reached over onto the coffee table and looked at it. “Oh, it’s my boss. This is odd for him to call me this late, and I’m off tomorrow…” She held the phone in her hand. “Must be important. Hold on a second, Wanda.”
Wanda nodded and lay back against the plush, black pillows. Leisurely crossing her ankles, she closed her eyes and rested as Jayme rose from the couch and answered her phone.
“Hello, Captain Jasper.” She slowly paced back and forth in front of her couch. “Yes, I did, thanks. I’m working on the...right. Actually, we did a sting last night and found out that the hotel being used is the Hay-Adams...oh yes, these are ballas.” She chuckled. “Oh...of course.... What?! I mean, no disrespect, but are you kidding me? ...Right now? Okay, sure. Yes. I’ll be right there.”
Jayme hung up the phone and looked at Wanda, a huge smile bursting across her smooth, mocha face. Wanda opened her eyes, seemingly feeling Jayme’s stare.
“Girl, what? You look like you were just told you won the lottery.”
“You aren’t going to believe this...it’s like my prayers have been answered!” She jumped up and down giddily, feeling the wine sloshing about in her gut as she made merry.
“What? You got a promotion?” Wanda sat up straight, her grin almost as wide as Jayme’s.
“In a way...I can’t tell you anything...but...”
“Girl, you better stop playin’! You know I won’t tell anyone!”
“Wanda! The FBI wants me to work with them on the ‘XXX’ murder case!” Jayme blurted as she raced around her apartment like a mad woman, laughing and leaping about in delirious cheerfulness. Her home-spun dances soon landed her on her tasseled black and crimson rug, bunching it up with her hyper feet. Wanda shot up from the couch, clutching her chest.
“Holy shit!” she laughed. “Jayme, this is great news! I can’t believe it!”
“Me either! I hate to cut our night short, but...”
“Oh, please.” Wanda waved at her. “We can talk about my man troubles later. This is far more exciting!” She grabbed Jayme’s arms, pulled her to her and gave her a big hug.
“Whew, okay.” Jayme took a deep breath. She couldn’t stop smiling. “Let me calm my behind now.”
“Do you need a ride? I don’t trust you to drive with all this giddiness and booze floating around inside you.” Wanda grinned.
“You’re in not much better shape, Wanda. I’ll just call a cab.”
Wanda scrunched up her face and smiled.
“Thank goodness I didn’t drink that next glass...I was on my way, too! I may have been incoherent; I may not have understood a word he said.” Jayme shook her head.
“‘XXX’ murder case...girl! Jayme, my God. It gets no better than that!”
****
Xzion was tired. By now, the ambulances and policemen
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