The Mystery Coed In The Shower
She’s hotter than Madonna and Sheila E.
“I’m jumping in the shower.”
“Ok, Boo.”
I watch her exit; my goodness, all that jelly, and no toast. I’m not showering. I plan on taking her dried fluids and smells with me to class.
I slide on my GameDay Tiger Orange warm-up suit. I add a white tee under the jacket and our sponsors’ Converse Weapons.
I’m in the kitchen pouring a glass of OJ, trying to replenish all the fluids lost last night during our numerous sexual sessions. K-nice and Money walk in.
“Yo Kade, you ready to walk to the Training Table.”
“Yes, give me a sec.”
“Close the door and come in. Y’all ain’t gonna believe who’s in the shower.”
“Madonna,” K-nice said.
“Sheila E.” Money chimes in.
“Ha Ha assholes, she is hotter than both dem bitches.”
“Oh Hell.” They respond and dap each other up.
“She’s the hottest sista, red beans and rice didn’t miss her, on campus.”
“Damn my nigga, I thought you only did white girls,” K-nice says.
“See you don’t pay attention, I love chocolate just as much as vanilla. Watch…
