towards the bathroom where the sounds of gagging could be clearly heard.
Troy was in there for a long time then she heard the sound of flushing, water running and last gurgling. He must have found her mouthwash.
His head was hanging low when he stumbled out of the bathroom. It reminded her of how he looked when she had first seen him in the alley with his head low and like he was swimming up from a crack high.
It hadn't been drugs, it had been a migraine!
Ignoring his nudity, Juicy took his elbow, careful so as not to cause him any discomfort.
"You need to lie down." She led him to her bedroom. The blinds were still closed and the room was pleasantly dark.
Troy climbed into bed and lay on his side curled up into a fetal ball. She covered him with a quilt and he didn't protest.
She tiptoed out of the room closing the door behind her. Had she brought the episode on by bringing up unpleasant topics? The idea of it made her feel sick herself. Good or bad, Troy was...different. She should have never pushed him so hard.
As he slept Juicy reluctantly took care of some business, though it was hard to pull her attention from him. Using her home phone, she retrieved the messages from her stolen cell phone. She'd long since learned not to give out her home phone number to clients; learning the hard way that ignorant Negroes will call you morning, noon and night if they wanted their hair done bad enough!
Sure enough, the only messages she had were from her clients and they had blown up her phone so bad that her voicemail was filled. Some had been so mad they had cursed her up one side and down the other for leaving them hanging with nappy heads. A few had sworn never to deal with her sorry ass again.
She was going to have to give some free appointments off of this. She needed her regulars as they were her bread and butter. Checking her appointment book she decided to cancel the next few days of appointments and to contact the ones that had already been missed and get them rescheduled.
When she explained that she had been mugged and just out of a coma a few of those ungrateful heifers had still complained about their inconvenience. She swore to herself that those voicing any complaints had earned themselves a burned ear or neck!
Juicy picked up the ibuprofen bottle, shook out a couple into her own hands. Her head was beginning to ache a bit. Then she went downstairs for Troy's clothes before someone stole them.
She folded them neatly and tiptoed into the bedroom to place them at the foot of the bed. He was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and not appearing to have moved at all. Juicy stood there and looked at him.
Troy was so handsome that it made her chest ache. There, she had admitted it. He was beautiful. He was probably the one purest person that she had ever known in her pitiful excuse for a life. What had made him kiss her like that? Was it because he hadn't been laid in at least the last three days? Was it because...maybe he saw something in her that others couldn't...something beyond her loud mouth and bad attitude? In that alley before the attack, he had called her beautiful.
Juicy frowned and shook her head. She left the room and went into the bathroom where she cleaned it from top to bottom, before running a hot bath and soaking away the aches that had settled deep into her bones and muscles. She showered afterwards, allowing the gentle spray of water to rinse her carefully shampooed dreds.
Afterwards she dried herself, and made sure that each golden tress was devoid of water. Then she reapplied cotton balls and secured them with another doo rag. She stared at her naked body in the foggy bathroom mirror and suddenly felt drained…and something more. It wasn't even night, yet she felt as if she'd been up for days. And warring with her fatigue was a need that Troy’s earlier words had awakened.
‘ I’m sorry Juicy. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched…’
She almost couldn’t breathe
Troy was in there for a long time then she heard the sound of flushing, water running and last gurgling. He must have found her mouthwash.
His head was hanging low when he stumbled out of the bathroom. It reminded her of how he looked when she had first seen him in the alley with his head low and like he was swimming up from a crack high.
It hadn't been drugs, it had been a migraine!
Ignoring his nudity, Juicy took his elbow, careful so as not to cause him any discomfort.
"You need to lie down." She led him to her bedroom. The blinds were still closed and the room was pleasantly dark.
Troy climbed into bed and lay on his side curled up into a fetal ball. She covered him with a quilt and he didn't protest.
She tiptoed out of the room closing the door behind her. Had she brought the episode on by bringing up unpleasant topics? The idea of it made her feel sick herself. Good or bad, Troy was...different. She should have never pushed him so hard.
As he slept Juicy reluctantly took care of some business, though it was hard to pull her attention from him. Using her home phone, she retrieved the messages from her stolen cell phone. She'd long since learned not to give out her home phone number to clients; learning the hard way that ignorant Negroes will call you morning, noon and night if they wanted their hair done bad enough!
Sure enough, the only messages she had were from her clients and they had blown up her phone so bad that her voicemail was filled. Some had been so mad they had cursed her up one side and down the other for leaving them hanging with nappy heads. A few had sworn never to deal with her sorry ass again.
She was going to have to give some free appointments off of this. She needed her regulars as they were her bread and butter. Checking her appointment book she decided to cancel the next few days of appointments and to contact the ones that had already been missed and get them rescheduled.
When she explained that she had been mugged and just out of a coma a few of those ungrateful heifers had still complained about their inconvenience. She swore to herself that those voicing any complaints had earned themselves a burned ear or neck!
Juicy picked up the ibuprofen bottle, shook out a couple into her own hands. Her head was beginning to ache a bit. Then she went downstairs for Troy's clothes before someone stole them.
She folded them neatly and tiptoed into the bedroom to place them at the foot of the bed. He was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and not appearing to have moved at all. Juicy stood there and looked at him.
Troy was so handsome that it made her chest ache. There, she had admitted it. He was beautiful. He was probably the one purest person that she had ever known in her pitiful excuse for a life. What had made him kiss her like that? Was it because he hadn't been laid in at least the last three days? Was it because...maybe he saw something in her that others couldn't...something beyond her loud mouth and bad attitude? In that alley before the attack, he had called her beautiful.
Juicy frowned and shook her head. She left the room and went into the bathroom where she cleaned it from top to bottom, before running a hot bath and soaking away the aches that had settled deep into her bones and muscles. She showered afterwards, allowing the gentle spray of water to rinse her carefully shampooed dreds.
Afterwards she dried herself, and made sure that each golden tress was devoid of water. Then she reapplied cotton balls and secured them with another doo rag. She stared at her naked body in the foggy bathroom mirror and suddenly felt drained…and something more. It wasn't even night, yet she felt as if she'd been up for days. And warring with her fatigue was a need that Troy’s earlier words had awakened.
‘ I’m sorry Juicy. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched…’
She almost couldn’t breathe
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