Simple Hooks

 So he had his earbuds in. Doing yardwork. Being 33 years old and owning his own home and being a Black professional man was a definate plus. He started singing with the hook aloud,

"Ooo-ooo! I want to take you there. Right now even up the stairs..." Then he felt a tap on his right shoulder. His neighbor. Bad ass fine Black Woman. The fuck she want? And he would deduce, always checkin her stylo, not him. He took his buds out.

 "Hey? What's up? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said. 

"Okay," he stated awkwardly because he was totally confused.

"I heard you singing my favorite song when I got out of my car. So I had to speak to you. Hi, I'm Eve!" she said merrily and held out her left hand.

He smiled back at her, sweating all over the place. Damn! Stood up. and extended his left hand also, although he was a righty and said, "And I'm Adam. Is there anything wrong Eve?"

"So fucking cool! Adam and Eve! Gnarly as fuck!" she said looking drop dead gorgeous which made him even more aware of his sweaty working outside self, which she took the inopportune time to introduce herself for ovah he calculated, ninety days and some change. And "Gnarley" comin out of ah fine Sistah like this? What in the world done happened to US Blacks? But he wasn't mad at her at all. Oh, no!

And she just looked at him. So, he looked back at her fine ass! Fuck it! Sweat, funky and all! She started this fucked up shit! Fuck it! Then something started to move under his beltline and he broke the connection.. Because he had not a clue what the heck was going on? But he hoped the Holy fuck that it was what he thought it was....

(Peace! More to come...)