He had the reggae blasting as we drove to his place. It was only a fifteen minute ride and I was pleasantly surprised how well kept it was considering he was rough around the edges and he lived alone. Daulton wasted no time in jumping my rack. He was not the slightest bit interested in showing me around his place.
I caught my breath long enough to ask, “Aren’t you going to show me your place?”
He looked at me almost like I had asked where the bodies were hidden. “Wah? Mi show all dat afta.”
“No, you’ll show me now.”
He shook his head and hurried me around the medium sized flat. Then he looked at me as if to say, ‘satisfied’?
I smiled and pulled him close to my body. I whispered in his ear, “I want to be on top this time.”
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