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Chapter 8 : The Virgin Mary

11:50 pm

Mr. Collins called me around 2 am, to say he would be M-I-A from work today. Lovey is still at school for another 4 hours. And while she is me Jeanette and Valerie are at HomeSense looking for décor for my new apartment and office.

"Okay, how about this?" Valerie holds up a huge black and white oil-painting of a naked man.

"Valerie, why the fuck would she need a picture of a naked man, and why would Homesence have a picture of a naked man in the first place?"

"I don't know," She said with a shrugge. "It's kind of sexy, and it gives some spice to your boring life."

"Sadly that's actually true." Janette said siding with Valerie.  

"You guys, I don't have a boring life." I said setting down a trinket I was looking at earlier.

"Ok when was the last time that you got laid," Valerie said her arms crossed under her chest and head tilted to the side, with her brows raised.

"Furmafa."I purposefully mumble inaudibly.

"What the fuck did you just say" Janette asked leaning in with her brows furrowed.

"5 years okay!" I shouted.

"Goodness." I heard an old white women say, clutching her pearls while looking back at us.  

"Oh my God!? Your pussy has cobwebs." Valerie said, her face scrunched showing her disgust.

"I don't, how is that even?" I baffled Jeanette to the point where she could barely speak, the women that always has something to say. 

"I know I know." I said putting up my hands in surrender.

"Damn. You need to get laid." Jeanette says with a disapproving look on her face.

"I know," I say while trying not to look them in the eyes. It's been a long time since I've had any sex, and the only time I've ever had it was with my first boyfriend, 5 years ago. But I'm never going to tell Jeanette or Valerie that. It's bad enough they've started to call me Ron Weasley l don't need them calling me Virgin Mary too. 

"Hey! don't you have that business trip with Mr. Collins?" Valerie said while she moving her eyebrows up and down, trying to hint at something.

"Yeah you do, and EW Valerie stop doing that, your eyebrows are creeping me out." Valerie stops, then bursts into a fit of laughter. I'll admit, It got a giggled a little too.

"But no seriously don't you have that business trip with Mr. Collins? Can't you just get laid there? They're going to be so many rich hot dudes there too." Valerie says.

"Valerie's right, you're a curvy sexy black girl, with a huge ass, and a set of perky titties that should be illegal. This should be a total piece of cake for you."

"Piece Of Cake? Do you even know me? I don't think I've ever flirted with anyone, EVER! Why would you ever think this would be a piece of cake for me? And plus I can't go."

"You can't go?" Jeanette crinkling forehead in confusion.

"I can't go because-"

"Because what?" Janette said her eyes squinted.

"Because I have a kid."

"Wait what!? Since when?" Valerie asked.

"Since like, 5 years ago, when I was 15."

"Shit, I really did not see that coming." Jeanette stood there dumbfounded by what I just revealed. I adore my daughter, but I don't tell many people about her, mostly because they start to look at me different, and it suddenly becomes harder to have friendships and get a job. So I just fined it best to keep it quit.