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him. “Do you realize how drunk you are?”
    I wanted to say, “Yeah, mofo, what do you think I was doing at the door? Playing with myself? Of course I was drunk, but your bitchin’ is about to mess up my high.” Instead, I held my tongue, and thought before I spoke.
    â€œAin’t nobody drunk!” I said.
    Unfortunately for me, my denial sounded more intoxicated than I actually felt. I quickly pulled my hand up to my lips, but that did nothing to stop another hiccup. Kyle grasped my arm, and pulled me close.
    â€œWhat kind of example you setting for our daughter? You leave her every week to go get drunk and rowdy with your trampy girls! I’m tryna tell yo’ ass that ain’t a good look.”
    Even though he hadn’t raised his voice, the heat of his breath assaulted my face, and his sharp words cut deep. I wanted to reach out, and slap the shit out of him, but I’d probably lose my balanceand wind up on the ground.
    â€œYou don’t own me; you can’t tell me what the f-f-fuck to do anymore!” It was a weak comeback, but it was the best I could do.
    â€œI don’t want to own you! My daughter is looking at you to teach her how to become a woman, and the shit you showing her right now is foul!”
    His face was so close to mine that I smelled the mint from his breath. I shuddered at the thought of what mine must’ve smelled like.
    â€œYou drinking and driving and shit! What if you were pulled over?”
    I stared at him, and cocked an eyebrow.
    â€œI ain’t drunk!” I tried to jerk away from him, but lost my balance, slipped, and nearly fell. Kyle grabbed me. And maybe it was the way he clutched me even closer, but something in me stirred again.
    He had to have felt it, too. The next thing I knew, his mouth cupped mine, and our tongues began a vigorous wrestling match. My heart raced. I couldn’t get enough of his taste, so I sucked and sapped like his mouth held the key to all of my problems.
    We kissed and sucked. He reached behind his back, and opened the front door. We stumbled into the house, and picked up right where we’d left off.
    This time, I didn’t want to pull back from the kiss. I didn’t want him to see the lust that burned in my eyes. That was the thing about Thursday nights. When I got drunk, and sometimes even just tipsy, I’d get horny as hell. Sure, I had done some questionable things, and all of it could be blamed on the alcohol. It made everything feel that much better.
    Kyle pulled away, and eyed me for a second. I felt so naked as his eyes bore into me. I didn’t know if the look on his face was regret, disgust, or plain lust.
    â€œListen, Kyle—” I was breathless.
    â€œShhh!” He put a thick, sausage-like finger to his lips. Then he pointed toward the ceiling, indicating that Kendal was asleep in her bedroom upstairs. We needed to be quiet.
    â€œC’mon,” I whispered.
    â€œWhere’re we going?”
    â€œFollow me.” I stepped out of one shoe, then eased off the other as I led him toward the hallway. I opened the door, and tugged him in by the arm.
    â€œIn the damn bathroom?” he asked.
    â€œShhh!”
    Once inside, I kissed him more aggressively, and yanked at my top. The moment I pulled out my left breast, he pounced like a magnet drawn to metal. When he reached down and tugged, seemingly about to unbuckle his pants, I raised my hand to stop him.
    â€œLeave ’em on,” I whispered, and grinned wickedly.
    â€œW-w-what?”
    I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. My heart raced with anticipation as I unzipped his fly, and dug in to feel his stiffness. His dick felt magnificent. It was warm and hard as it throbbed in my hand. It was as if it had a mind of its own. “Here. Sit on the toilet. You got a condom?”
    Kyle could’ve been a magician. Out of nowhere, a gold and black Magnum wrapper appeared. That, plus no mention of