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She pressed closer to him again, squeezing and pumping his hand. Every time she did so, she could feel every inch of his tanned musculature. Incredibly hot. Incredibly sexy.
    “I want to go wherever you want to go,” Jasmine said, giggling. The martini was getting to her. She was all bubbly and so…ready for a good night. A long, hard night. Somewhere whisked away with him, deep in the depths of Tina’s Five Star Experience.
    “Tell me more about yourself,” Antonio said, as they were walking along, following trail of lights. “I feel like I don’t really know much about you.” He laughed. “That was a stupid thing to say, wasn’t it? We just met. But I feel like… I feel like I know the basics. But I want to know what makes you tick and stuff. Like, what attracted you to me? “
    “What attracted me to you? Well…”
    “Besides the fact that I’m fucking hot.”
    Jasmine blushed. “Stop.”
    “I’m just kidding,” Antonio said. “I know I’m actually really very sexy.” He cocked his head to the side, making a clicking sound with his tongue. “No, but really. Tell me more about yourself.”
    “I’m just a girl. My parents own some businesses. I’ve had a nice life in Scottsdale. It’s been pleasant. Nothing too hard. Of course, we all have our problems though. Some things that I really enjoy doing are, well, things like running. I do like to run. If it was the daytime, I might suggest that both of us take a jog somewhere. Like here.”
    “I definitely got a vibe from you that you enjoy a bit of exercise.”
    Jasmine was a curvy woman after all. She might have been a “big girl,” but she was definitely the type to care about herself, and be healthy at the weight that she was at. Anyone that told her otherwise was just wrong.
    “What else?” Antonio said.
    “I really enjoy fashion. My mom is a hairdresser. She owns a business called Beautiful Hair For You LLC.. I don’t think you ever heard of it, considering that it’s a black people business.”
    Antonio laughed. “A black people business. That’s funny.”
    “Yeah,” Jasmine said. “A lot of people don’t know this, but our hair texture is really different. There’s an entire community behind it. And are all sorts of movements…people can really politicize just the way you wear your hair.”
    “Really? I didn’t know that.”
    “Our hair is the most unique. It’s just so kinky and comes in all sorts of textures and blends. Like, naturally, I’m a 4c. That’s really kinky and tight. I could practically grow an eighties afro if I wanted to.”
    Jasmine suddenly felt self-conscious about revealing her hair texture. It was one thing to wear weaves privately. But did outsiders really know about how black women wore weave? She could remember in high school, how other kids would make fun of the way black women had to create tracks against their scalp. How they weren’t “beautiful” because they weren’t “normal” expensive hair extensions that other kids would wear. She remembered seeing pictures online about women wearing weave, and about how they installed the different kinds. A sense of childhood ambivalence overtook Jasmine. A sense of vulnerability. Would Antonio make fun of her? If she took off her weave, would Antonio still like her?
    “That’s really interesting,” Antonio said. “I didn’t know about that.”
    Wanting to change the subject, Jasmine said, “How about you? Tell me more about yourself. What is General Santos like? Tell me more about the day-to-day stuff, and the weather, oh, it sounds like a pleasant place to be.”
    “It can be. But sometimes there are a lot of problems. The Philippines itself has a lot of issues to work out. There is widespread poverty. And most people are unable to leave the country. Most people would like to, and then at the same time, if things were better, they wouldn’t have to. So I think there’s definitely a love-hate relationship with the archipelago. As for the