PLAYTIME

Chapter 7

The foursome decided on The Cheesecake Factory in Annapolis for dinner. They had a 45 minute wait, which gave the ladies an opportunity to see how the boys felt about their playtime plan. After the hostess gave Reggie the pager, to inform them when the table was ready, they all stepped outside.

“So gentleman”, Kima began,”we were having a little girl talk today and came up with an idea.”

“An idea about what?” Marc asked.

“We should go away for a week…soon.” Sephora said.

“We always take a trip together once a year, but yall wanna go for a week instead of the usual weekend trip?” Reggie stated.

“Yeah, but it’s more about what we’re gonna do on this trip.” Sephora said.

“What?” both men asked in unison. “We ain't doing anything crazy…any bungee jumping, white water rafting, or hiking across the fucking Sahara.” Reggie stated. Marc nodded in agreement.

“Oh please! We don’t wanna do any dumb shit like that either!” Kima said laughing.

With a smirk Sephora said, “We have something much more enjoyable in mind…we play, you watch, and then couple playtime begins.”

Reggie and Marc stood there smiling like two kids with a black card in a candy store.

“So yall wanna go outta town and have an orgy?” Marc asked still smiling from ear to ear.

“No honey, not an orgy. Sephora and I will have girl on girl playtime…while you two watch…then we go do us while they do them.” Kima said pausing for emphasis.

“Hell yeah!” Marc said. He wondered how Sephora got her to agree to this. He only had this conversation with Sephora earlier in the day.

“Hold up…I don’t want my man seeing you like that.” Reggie said.

“What!??!” Sephora, Marc, and Kima all said with tons of irritation.

“Man, I’m gonna be focused on my wife. Shit nigga if they are cool with this a then you need to be too!” Marc said to his friend. As Reggie was about to agree, the pager buzzed.

They went in and were seated. They ate, drank, told jokes, talked, and laughed. They even gossiped. After dinner Marc and Kima dropped Sephora and Reggie off and went home. Everyone was happy…for now. Sephora had forgotten about calling Dorian back. Dorian on the other hand had not forgotten. She went form being angry to remorseful to sad. She fixed herself drink after drink in an attempt to drown her sadness.

Dorian woke up with a killer headache. She remembered drinking several Henny n Cokes and taking some shots of Patron. She saw an empty 5^th of Henny sticking out from under her bed. She must have drunk the whole damn bottle. She slowly got up from her bedroom floor and went into the bathroom. The opened the medicine cabinet and got 4 Tylenol. She took them 2 @ a time without water. She went back into her room and got into the bed. She pulled the covers over her head to block out the sunlight that was pouring through her curtains. She really needed to quit drinking when she was upset. She always seemed to go overboard. She finally ended up asleep and stayed that way for a few hours. She awoke again, feeling much better. She wasn’t 100% more like 60-75%. She got up and went into the kitchen to fix some grits. From her previous experiences she knew that would be the only thing she would be able to keep down. She sat on the sofa with her bowl of grits and tried to find a good movie.  While flipping channels her cell rang. She needed to put it on vibrate. She loved Trey Songz but she couldn’t bear to hear him sing “Neighbors Know My Name”…not right now. It was Sephora calling. Dorian was elated.

“Hello?”

“Dorian?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Are you okay? You don’t sound so good.”

“Bad hangover.” Dorian told her.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear.” Sephora said empathically. “I wanted to talk to you but maybe now is not a good time.”

“Talk about what?” Dorian asked, heart racing. Sephora went on to tell Dorian that she enjoyed the sexual experimentation but she didn’t think being with a female was “right” for her, how she loved Reggie (faults n all) and felt bad for sleeping with some1 else, and that she wanted them to remain friends. Tears streamed down Dorian’s face as she listened to what Sephora had to say.

“You’re not mad are you?” Sephora asked.

“No, I understand.” Dorian replied, hoping that Sephora would not be able to tell that she was crying. Sephora told her not to worry about lunch for the next day because she was cooking and would bring her a plate. Dorian thanked her and told her she would see her @ work tomorrow. Later in the day Dorian received a text message from Kima saying: We need to talk.

Dorian replied with a text saying: No need to talk…ITS OVER! Dorian decided right then and there to get back on the “beef”…she was done with females (for now at least). It was apparent to her that Kima and Sephora cut her out of “girls playtime”. She vowed to make them pay…it was the only way to ease her pain.

Kima was shocked. She didn’t expect it to be that easy. She knew Dorian was “unstable” so she would have to watch her back. She made a mental note to tell Sephora the same. They in fact had decided to cut Dorian out of the picture. She was to clingy and borderline obsessive. Kima felt it best for Sephora to remain friends with Dorian since they worked together.

Kima was online checking hotel rates in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. That is where they decided to go. The boys were leaving everything up to the ladies. They didn’t care if it went down in a dirty back alley in SE, as long as it went down! Kima couldn’t find an available room @ an oceanfront hotel so she went to ask Marc about renting a house for the week. She went downstairs and saw Marc outside talking to some1. He had taken a break from washing their cars. She couldn’t see the persons face he was talking to as he was standing in front of the person. She could tell that it was a female he was speaking with.

“Who the fuck is that bitch?” Kima said aloud, with her squeaky voice she sounded just like Ice Cubes girlfriend in Friday.