Patrick got up and left us on the couch as Salena was breathing in deeply. I stroked one of her legs and I was thinking, Damn! this bitch is fine. You know how people be saying Beyonce this and Beyonce that? Well, this chick Salena give Beyonce a run for her money.
Even Jay-Z could see that shit. The abundance of her hair hid her features from me but I started to hear some light snoring and I realized that she was asleep. I looked around and Patrick was no where to be seen so I got up and put on my drawer's and sat back down on the couch.
I sat there for a while and I got up and went over to the pool table and racked it back and placed the two cues back into their rack on the wall. And then Patrick came back down the stairs and checked on her and I told him, "She's asleep."
"I figured as much." He said.
"That means she got off..," He said. "..,When she catches a good nutt she tends to fall out. Kinda like Niggeritis when you eat a good meal."
"Yo, Pat.., " I said "..,Real talk; She is bad!"
"Thanks brother."
"Where you met her at?"
"I met her in Vagas." He said.
"Las Vagas?"
"Yeah, but she's from Columbus, Ohio originally."
"Damn."
"I need to go to Columbus then."
And we laughed and he clicked on the flat screen with a remote and we talked and watched the TV as he channel surfed.
He asked If I wanted a beer and I accepted and he went and came back with a Corona' and we just kicked it.
"You know..," He said "..,You asked me earlier if I'm invalid."
"I did."
"I been thinking about that."
"I ain't mean no disrespect."
"None taken, but come over here let me show you something." And he walked over to where the computer was and he sat down.
"Grab that other seat and come here." He said to me. I grabbed the seat he indicated and went over to where he was sitting. On the screen of the desktop was pictures and pictures of him and Salena and a bunch of other chicks.
"See that?" He asked me.
"Yeah."
"She how fine all them chicks are?"
I looked and he was right, all of them was fine as a motherfucker. And they ran the gambit too: Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, you name it. Long hair, short hair, blond, braided, dreads.
"Yeah, these some bad bitches." I said.
"Yeah, I know. And I done fucked all of them." He said.
I looked at him and I was like, "Get out."
I looked at the page and it was like twenty-five to forty chicks in all the pictures. He tapped some keys and a slideshow of the pictures started and it ran 1 out of 65. And in some pictures Selana was with one chick and in other's there was two or three. Some pictures Patrick was in and others it was just girls by themselves.
He looked at me and he said, "Really. I done fucked every chick you see on this computer."
I looked again at the images on the slideshow and I was like, "How?"
He nodded over to where Salana was still snoring and said, "My wife. All them chicks wanted to get with her, but she don't do anything without me, so she brings them home for us."
I believed him. I looked at some of the images of the chick's this nigga done laid and I was envious liked a motherfucker.
"Damn!" I said.
"She let's me play and I let her play."
"I ain't mad at you. Shit, I'd let her play too." I said.
So we sat there and I asked about some of the chicks as the slideshow rolled on and he told me about them and there was no strays in the bunch. I was having a hard time with the concept that all these bad chicks were either gay or bisexual.
"Let me ask you a question Will." He said to me.
"Shoot."
"How is your stamina?"
"My stamina?" Fuck is this nigga going with this I thought.
But he just laughed. I guess he read my body language and he put out a hand. "Nah, man it's not like that. But when she wakes up and that will be soon,you better be ready."
"Oh, well in that case, I'm good."
"Good, cause she's getting up now."
I turned and looked and sure enough I see her shaking off the nap and streaching and Patrick asked me if I need a booster.
I looked over at him and I look at him like a booster?
"Yeah, I got Viagra and Celias if you need it."
"Nah, I'm good."
"Well your gonna need it brother, but don't say I didn't offer."
I turned back and it's funny but as she shook her hair out and looked around the room her eyes fell on us and for a minute there I could of sworn that she look like a jungle cat out looking at her pray. She looked so much like an animal at that moment I felt like Tarzan as I got up and walked towards her with my drawer's serving as my loincloth.
