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He would go back to having all sorts of luscious women meet him there. I was content with it, though. Just one night with him was enough to satisfy all my sexual needs for the rest of my life. I didn’t care if I never saw a dick again.
    Funny how things turned out. Things didn’t go back to normal. Geren brought me a dozen roses to the gym the very next evening and asked me out on a date. I was overwhelmed and blushed like all hell. We went to a Bullets basketball game and enjoyed it. Both of us were yelling and screaming at therefs and throwing popcorn and all the other normal things the fellas do at a b-ball game.
    Apparently, Geren was sick of all the fancy women that weren’t interested in the same things he was and found me to be his ideal soul mate. It was a whirlwind romance. When Christmas rolled around a mere two months later, Geren gave me a jar full of peppermint candy with a small red box hidden in the middle. Inside the box was an engagement ring. I was so stunned with delight, I barely got the word “Yes” out to accept his proposal.
    We were married the following spring, I quit community college and went to Howard University, graduated with honors, and I’m now in law school. Geren gave up boxing and started his own accounting firm. My boo is still built like all hell, though. We’re doing very well and moved into the house we had built from the ground up six months ago. We have a set of three-year-old twins, and life has never been better.
    Sometimes dreams do really come true. I got my future in check, and I got my Mr. All That. By the way, my uncle Lou still has his gym open, and Geren’s younger brother, Geoffrey, works out there now on a daily basis. He is the spitting image of my boo. I often wonder what lucky girl will snap his ass up. One of you younger sisters want the directions?

Be My Valentine

    It was twelve on the dot when I pranced into your office as instructed by the agency. I was dressed in white tights and black mid-high tap shoes with red ribbons in my hair. What was most striking about me was the huge red heart, about twice the size of my body, made out of quilted material.
    I had only been working with the singing telegram agency for a little over a week, hoping to cut down on a little bit of the financial stress attending the School of Music at the city college was putting on me, when I was overwhelmed with assignments for Valentine’s Day. You were my fifth one, and the day was only halfway over. My feet were sore, my head was hurting, and the heart was making my skin itch. Somehow, I still managed to smile as I entered your office.
    I almost tripped over an extension cord. I couldn’t see my feet, the costume was so big. You caught me just in time before I toppled to the floor. It was then our eyes first met. You had the most sensitive, beautiful eyes I had ever seen on a man. The warmth emitting from your hands made my heart skip a beat.
    You let go of my arm, and the trance was broken. Iregained my balance and then told you my name was Yardley. I explained I was from the Songs R Us Singing Telegram Agency. I informed you that you were the lucky recipient of a singing telegram from a woman named Shannon and asked you to confirm that you were indeed Clarence.
    Once you assured me your name was Clarence, I handed you the card from her and started tap-dancing my little heart out, sore feet and all. You found the song I sang, about Cupid shooting you with his arrow, very amusing. Our eyes met again, and I realized how sexy you truly were.
    I finished my little song-and-dance routine and reached into my bag so I could get the box of chocolate candy included in the package deal. Graciously, you accepted it from me, and I was on my way out the door, after telling you to have a nice day, when you asked me to hold up a minute.
    You reached into your pocket and withdrew a ten-dollar bill. I refused it, making you aware that all tips were already taken