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then exhaled as I answered his question with another question. “What would you tell the woman with the best coochie you ever had in your life if she offered you some?”
    I grinned smugly, smoking my cigarette as he contemplated my question. After a few seconds, he smiled, reaching in his wallet. He pulled out a condom and handed it to me. At that point, we both knew his answer.
    â€œDon’t make the same mistake I did. But don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He patted me on the back, and I actually stuck out my chest with pride.
    â€œDon’t worry, I will…and a whole lot more.” I took another drag of my cigarette and started walking toward the door to get my coat.
    â€œHey, Sonny? What about Jessica?”
    I stopped and turned toward my friend. “What about her? What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

11
James
    Cathy and I were on our way home from Brent’s wedding when we got stuck in a terrible traffic jam on the Cross Island Parkway. Her head was on my shoulder and I was holding her hand as I drove. I think she fell asleep about ten minutes into the drive, although she made overtures before we left the reception that she wanted to make love when we got home. I didn’t have a problem with that at all. Matter of fact, it made me contemplate the question Sonny had posed to me before he left to sleep with Tiffany.
    What would you tell the woman with the best coochie you ever had in your life if she offered you some?
    As a man who wants to be honest with himself, I had to admit that I’d probably take her up on the offer. Thank God, unlike Sonny, the best coochie I’ve ever had belonged to my wife. Yeah, I cheated on her with Michelle a few years back, but I wasn’t proud of it, especially with all this craziness with her claiming I was her baby’s daddy. However, it wasn’t because of the sex that I strayed from my marriage. It was because we lost our connection as friends and we stopped talking to each other. Don’t get me wrong. There was a sexual connection between me and Michelle, but it would have never happened if Cathy and I hadn’t stopped being friends.
    When we finally pulled into the driveway, it started to rain hard. Despite the dreary weather, Cathy woke up smiling seductively, and it was obvious what was on her mind. She guided my hand to her crotch, pulling up her dress, and I could feel the heat through the thin material of her lace thong.
    â€œI’m so wet,” she whispered.
    I began to rub between her legs gently, and a soft moan escaped from her mouth as she rested her head back on her head-rest.
    â€œI want some, James. I want some bad.” She moaned again just as my fingers found the little button she called her “spot.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed my smooth, easy touch for a few seconds. “You know you owe me from last night.”
    We hadn’t had sex last night as we had planned. When I got home from babysitting Marcus, Cathy had been in a deep sleep, and to be truthful, I was glad. I was too mentally drained to do anything, especially after Marcus almost choked to death on that lollipop. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and forget.
    â€œSo, you gonna give me some or what?” She reached over to grab my manhood and I stopped her with my free hand.
    â€œI don’t know, Cathy. I’m a little tired,” I teased.
    â€œTired?” If looks could kill I’d be dead. “Well, you better go inside and drink a cup of coffee or something, ’cause I need some. I ain’t had none in over a week. And you know how I am when I ain’t had none in a while.” She forced her hand free from my grasp and it landed in my lap. She had a smile a mile wide when she felt the rock-hard pipe under my tuxedo pants. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.”
    The rain let up for a few seconds and Cathy immediately released my manhood and