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“You’re both welcomed,” she said.   Both of her children were adorable to her.    They were two biracial kids that everybody
fell in love with instantaneously, even though they were polar opposites.   One of them was as tamed as an angel.   The other one, Dom, was wild.
    “What’s on the agenda for today?” Earnestine asked,
and all eyes fell on Cecil.   He was the
event coordinator for their visit to Florida.
    “I thought the children could go out on the street
corner and panhandle,” Cecil said.   “They
could sing some torch songs and tap dance for the people.   Then we could take all the money and go on a
cruise.”
    Dommi’s eyes lit up.   “Really, Grandpa?”
    “No, Dommi,” Trina said.   “Grandpa’s just fooling.”
    Dom was disappointed.   “Really, Grandpa?”
    Cecil laughed. “I’m just fooling with you, Little
Man!   You know your grandpa won’t have you
out on a corner begging.   Although, I can
book you and your sister in the rec room here at the condominium.”
    “Dad!” Trina said, and Earnestine laughed.
    “Stop worrying.   I’m just kidding!   I have
educational things planned too.”
    Dom and Sophia attended different private schools,
but both schools had an end of term vacation period that Trina always tried to
make the most of.   This was the first
time, however, she ever took them away from home, and their father, this long.   “I don’t ever want them to think that life is
just a vacation,” she said to her father.   “They are not now, nor will they ever be children of leisure,” she
added, as the doorbell rang.
    “I agree with your concerns,” Cecil responded as he
headed for the front door of the large condo with the open floor plan.   “I’ve got it covered.   I’ve got the good stuff you said I had to
squeeze in, but I’ve also got a bumper car ride---”
    “Yea!” the children declared.
    “And other fun stuff like that.   But first, we go to the children’s art
museum.   They have an African-American
exhibit on display.”
    Trina nodded.   “Sounds good, Dad,” she said, as Cecil opened the door.
    When he opened the door, and saw who was behind it,
he was floored.   “Reno?” he asked, and
everybody looked toward the door.   When
Reno stepped in, looking freshly scrubbed and in a pullover shirt and jeans,
his hair actually combed and in place for a change, the children’s already big
eyes widened like saucers.
    “Daddy!” Dommi cried, knocking over his glass of
milk as he jumped down.  
    “Boy!” Trina yelled when she saw the spilled milk,
but Dommi was off to the races.
    “Daddy!” Sophia cried, hitting the floor and running
too. To Trina’s relief, she wasn’t as clumsy as her brother.
    Reno dropped the carrying bag off his shoulder,
grinning as he saw his children, and swept them both up into his arms.   “There’s my gremlins!” he said joyfully.
    Earnestine and Cecil were ecstatic to see him too,
as Cecil closed the front door.   At first
he wondered how Reno got past security, but then he remembered Reno had a key.
    But Trina wasn’t concerned with how Reno got
in.   She was concerned with why Reno was
there at all.   He would not have come
without calling, if it wasn’t serious.
    “How’s everybody?” Reno asked Cecil.   But when he looked over and saw Trina
standing behind the peninsular, wiping milk off the countertop, he couldn’t
look away.   Although she wore a jersey and
a pair of oversized Puma shorts, and her hair was in a ponytail rather than her
usual fancy hairdo, she looked simply irresistible to him.   Great looking ladies crossed his path all day
long, but Trina was the one he wanted.   Trina was the one who made his heartbeat quicken.   Trina was the one who made his dick throb.
    And he was throbbing as he walked toward her.   The children wouldn’t let go of him, they
were clinging to him, but his entire focus was on Tree.
    “Hello Reno,” Earnestine said with a smile.  
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