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do was kick her out, I would never be disrespectful. I’d been raised too well for that kind of behavior. Don’t get it twisted, though. I didn’t respect her, I just knew how to be civil.
She returned to her spot beside Malik, while I sat on a soft cushioned over-sized chair that was directly across from them. I crossed my legs, yoga-style (showing off, I know.) Then, I smiled, but said nothing as I waited for one of them to tell me why they were there. Well, I knew what Malik wanted, but unless he’d brought his wife to watch...I just couldn’t imagine what this meeting was about.
“ Sister Pink...”
I gues s she was going to be the spokesperson.
She said, “ Pastor and I thought maybe it was time for us all to get together and have a little talk.”
“ About what?” I asked, frowning.
She turned to her husband. “ I’m going to let him take it from here since he has a much better understanding of what’s been going on.”
I shrugged and nodded and turned to Malik.
He cleared his throat before he stood. Then, he took steps toward me.
I had to stop the smile from spreading across my face as he came closer to me. Whether he ’d made that move on purpose or he’d just come closer because he was drawn to me, I didn’t know. Now, he was so close that I could smell the manly fragrance of his woody cologne. But it wasn’t his cologne that had my attention. It was the bulge in his pants that made me sit up straight. Maybe that’s why he had to stand and get away from his wife. Maybe he wanted to make sure that she didn’t see it.
I wondered what was it about me that had turned him on? Was it the way I ’d met him at the door? Or did he prefer me to be covered up so that his imagination could go wild? Whatever the reason, him and his bulge had just made me very happy.
But then, he kneeled in front of me, took my hand, and I frowned. What was he getting ready to do? And was he really going to do this in front of his wife?
My heart pounded as Malik began, “ Sister Pink, a few years ago I kind of felt as though maybe you had a little crush on me.”
A crush? Why was he belittling my feelings like that?
He continued, “ When you whispered in my ear during the purity ceremony, I was taken aback. When I went home and told my wife about it,” he paused for a moment and looked over...at her, “we laughed about it. It was cute, clearly it was just an infatuation.”
An infatuation? Was he kidding? How could something that came from God be an infatuation?
I let Malik keep on without interruption. “ Infatuations happen,” he said. “When there’s an older man that you hold in high regard, maybe you see him as a father figure or a teacher...”
A father figure? First of all, he was way too young for me to consider him a father to anyone besides the children that he and I would have together. And, I didn’t have any kind of Oedipus Complex, something that I had studied in my Psych 101 class when I was a freshman.
But I wasn ’t going to get into all of this with Malik. So, I just pressed my lips together, determined not to say a word and just as determined to not let his words faze me. Though I had to admit, I was a little shaken. I couldn’t tell if Malik really believed what he was saying, or was it just a show for her?
When I glanced at Sister Stroman, I knew for sure that this was just a show. If given a choice, there was no way Malik would prefer this homely woman who wasn ’t even stylish enough to color the graying edges of her hair. Malik, and every other man would always choose me, so clearly, he was just saying this because she was here. He probably hadn’t figured out yet how he was going to handle how to get rid of her.
If it were me, I would just come straight out and tell her that she had to go. But, I had to respect Malik for the way he wanted to do it. He was such a gentle and kind man; he probably wanted to let her down easy.
“ Whatever it is,” Malik continued,
She returned to her spot beside Malik, while I sat on a soft cushioned over-sized chair that was directly across from them. I crossed my legs, yoga-style (showing off, I know.) Then, I smiled, but said nothing as I waited for one of them to tell me why they were there. Well, I knew what Malik wanted, but unless he’d brought his wife to watch...I just couldn’t imagine what this meeting was about.
“ Sister Pink...”
I gues s she was going to be the spokesperson.
She said, “ Pastor and I thought maybe it was time for us all to get together and have a little talk.”
“ About what?” I asked, frowning.
She turned to her husband. “ I’m going to let him take it from here since he has a much better understanding of what’s been going on.”
I shrugged and nodded and turned to Malik.
He cleared his throat before he stood. Then, he took steps toward me.
I had to stop the smile from spreading across my face as he came closer to me. Whether he ’d made that move on purpose or he’d just come closer because he was drawn to me, I didn’t know. Now, he was so close that I could smell the manly fragrance of his woody cologne. But it wasn’t his cologne that had my attention. It was the bulge in his pants that made me sit up straight. Maybe that’s why he had to stand and get away from his wife. Maybe he wanted to make sure that she didn’t see it.
I wondered what was it about me that had turned him on? Was it the way I ’d met him at the door? Or did he prefer me to be covered up so that his imagination could go wild? Whatever the reason, him and his bulge had just made me very happy.
But then, he kneeled in front of me, took my hand, and I frowned. What was he getting ready to do? And was he really going to do this in front of his wife?
My heart pounded as Malik began, “ Sister Pink, a few years ago I kind of felt as though maybe you had a little crush on me.”
A crush? Why was he belittling my feelings like that?
He continued, “ When you whispered in my ear during the purity ceremony, I was taken aback. When I went home and told my wife about it,” he paused for a moment and looked over...at her, “we laughed about it. It was cute, clearly it was just an infatuation.”
An infatuation? Was he kidding? How could something that came from God be an infatuation?
I let Malik keep on without interruption. “ Infatuations happen,” he said. “When there’s an older man that you hold in high regard, maybe you see him as a father figure or a teacher...”
A father figure? First of all, he was way too young for me to consider him a father to anyone besides the children that he and I would have together. And, I didn’t have any kind of Oedipus Complex, something that I had studied in my Psych 101 class when I was a freshman.
But I wasn ’t going to get into all of this with Malik. So, I just pressed my lips together, determined not to say a word and just as determined to not let his words faze me. Though I had to admit, I was a little shaken. I couldn’t tell if Malik really believed what he was saying, or was it just a show for her?
When I glanced at Sister Stroman, I knew for sure that this was just a show. If given a choice, there was no way Malik would prefer this homely woman who wasn ’t even stylish enough to color the graying edges of her hair. Malik, and every other man would always choose me, so clearly, he was just saying this because she was here. He probably hadn’t figured out yet how he was going to handle how to get rid of her.
If it were me, I would just come straight out and tell her that she had to go. But, I had to respect Malik for the way he wanted to do it. He was such a gentle and kind man; he probably wanted to let her down easy.
“ Whatever it is,” Malik continued,
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