Shattering the Myth by Zane Page B

He asked me could he call again sometime, and I said, “Absolutely hell fucking no! My boyfriend would kill me if nuccas started calling the house for me while he’s home!” He said he completely understoodand that it was nice meeting me, even if it was only over the phone, and insisted on asking one question before we hung up. I asked what the question was, and he asked me to describe what I looked like.
    I told him that I was five-nine, 145 pounds, and light-skinned, with shoulder-length medium brown hair, and half Native American. He told me, “You sound delicious!” He volunteered his information before I could even ask and told me that he was six-one, 190 pounds, and dark-skinned with hazel eyes. I told him what was on my mind and replied, “You sound delicious too!” That was it except for the formal goodbyes.
    I made love to Tony that night and fell asleep in his arms fantasizing about a nucca named Rob who I knew by voice and description alone. I was so aroused that I couldn’t sleep. I woke Tony up in the middle of the night by sucking on his dick, and it was all good.
    The next day at work was a typical Thursday. I’m a human resource manager for a construction company. I left about an hour early, after changing into some casual clothes, so I could get to my 5 P.M . hair appointment on time. I beat the work traffic and got there ten minutes early. Of course, when I got there, LaLa had one client in her chair, one under the hot-ass hair dryer waiting for all that dayum gel to dry up in her finger waves, and another one sitting in the lounge area with a magazine, waiting to get shampooed. I was not fucking surprised, since hair stylists always overbook and shit to ensure they keep clocking dollars whether everyone shows up or not.
    I finally got my touch-up in about an hour later. I was sitting in the chair at LaLa’s station, waiting for her to blow-dry me when the phone rang at the salon. One of the other stylists, this big-ass girl named Shakia, told me that the phone wasfor me. I was dumbfounded, wondering who in the hell would be calling me at the hairdresser.
    I went to the telephone, and it was Rob. I was fucking shocked. He told me that since I said he could never call me at home again because of Tony, he knew calling me at the salon was the only chance he would ever have to speak with me again. He said that he was only about twenty minutes from there, and he couldn’t resist knowing I was going to be coming out looking good with my hair just done and wanted to drive over and meet me.
    I was so scared, thinking to myself, Is this man crazy? I was hoping his ass wasn’t crazy, but figured what the hell. I might as well take the chance, since I was in public. If I didn’t feel right, I would just leave his ass there.
    About thirty minutes later, LaLa was done with my hair, and he had not shown up, so I was contemplating leaving. I was sitting there flipping through some magazines when he came bouncing in the door, plopped down right beside me, and smiled this big ole grin. I couldn’t help but do the same, because the man was too dayum fine.
    I was a nervous wreck because everyone was looking. I walked outside quickly, and we stood in front of the salon talking for a few. He asked me if I would like to go to a restaurant down the street called the Cuckoo’s Nest and I accepted. I was tripping hard because this was totally out of character for me. My ass walked down there with him anyway.
    We were seated at a table in the corner. I asked him to excuse me while I went to the ladies’ lounge to freshen up, but that was not the real reason I needed to leave the table for a few moments. I had to call Tony and make up an excuse for being out so late. I called him from the pay phone in the hallway leading to the rest rooms and explained how I had runinto a girlfriend at the hair salon, decided to go out for a couple of drinks, and would be home about