“Nothing,” Marcus said looking at Carmen and smiling.
“Is there something going on here that I don't know about?” Garrett asked.
“No,” Marcus said looking at Carmen and smiling.
“No,” Carmen said looking at Marcus and smiling.
Garrett looked at Carmen sneaking glances at Marcus, and Marcus sneaking glances at her. “Oh, I know what's going on here, y'all fuckin'. I knew there was something different about the way you came bouncing out of that kitchen.”
Marcus winked at Carmen and she smiled her response.
“Well, I'll let you two get back to what y'all was doing,” Garrett said and got up from the couch. “Marcus can I see you outside for a minute?”
“Sure. I'll be right back, Carmen.”
Marcus followed Garrett out to his truck. When they reached the truck Garrett said, “Get in.” Once they were in the truck. “I just wanted to thank you for sending me out there to see Porsche.”
“Yeah, I think it went pretty well.”
“Brother, you don't know the half of it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I left out of few of the more visual details of the conversation.”
“Like what?”
“You remember I said the two girls came in the living room, unplugged the box and when outside?”
“And?”
“Have you seen them?”
“No. What do they look like?”
“Misty is brown skin, a little darker than Carmen. By the way, dog, you banging Carmen?” Marcus smiled. Garrett gave him five. “The other one, Chocolate, she's a beautiful, Jet black sistah. Both of them fine as hell, long pretty legs, perfect asses, and enough titties for a mutha fucka. Misty, she's wearing one of her dancer outfits with spike heels.”
“What'd the outfit look like?”
“It was purple and lacey. You gonna let me tell the story or not?”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm just trying to get a mental picture. Go ahead.”
“Chocolate, she ain't got on nothing, but a thong and platform shoes. They go outside, plugged up the box and they start dancing. I ain't talking about no side to side night club dancing. They was shake dancing, dog. I'm talking tittie swinging and ass spanking their asses off, dancing. Like they were having a contest.”
“And you’re just sitting there taking it all in.”
“Boy was I. Then Porsche Temple comes in.”
“Shows over?”
“No, it's just getting started. Have you met her.”
“Who, Porsche? No. She was talking to Carmen at the bar at Goosebumps. I didn't get a good look at her.”
“She's a bad mutha fucka, too. She comes out in this little silk robe. You know the kind with the oriental pictures and writing, and she got nothing on under it. And she doesn’t have it tied real tight, so every time she moves, I get to see her pretty dark nipples. Man! So me and her are talking and I'm sneaking looks out the door at them dancing, but now they chasing each other around the pool. I don't know how they running around in them shoes, but it damn sure was worth watching. So Chocolate pushes Misty in the pool. And while she's standing there laughing, Misty pulls her in. Next time I look at them, they're all up in each other’s face, arguing.”
“I guess Misty didn't like getting her outfit wet.”