When I got home an hour later, I closed and locked the door when he dropped his bag, settling on the sofa.
He kicked off his shoes.
"You have a nice pad." He was looking around, liking my set up. "Damn, that's a big ass plasma TV!"
I took off my blouse, my tits bare. I always lounged naked in my crib. "I know. It cost a pretty penny, too."
He pulled off his shirt, his killer abs well cut. He unbuckled his belt, pulling it off. I sat by him.
We looked at each other, not saying another word.
I was glad that he came. I wasn't trying to keep him, but he was fine as wine and I wanted some Kool-Aid
all of a sudden.
I looked past him at the China cabinet, my heart dropping. Oh my God! I jumped up to my feet as if my couch was on fire.
Where is it?
Naygee touched my arm. "What's wrong, Ma?"
"It's gone!"
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