Nicole had thought the idea of it was kinky, but she would never do it. Sometimes, the ones who had only heard of Cleo came to the window when she was there. When they would shove the twenty in the money tray, she wouldn't even look up at them, but point to the sign. They would get the message and leave or wait around until Cleo came to the window.
She answered Cleo's question. "No, he hasn't lately. He's been in my mamma's drawers."
"Oh yeah, it is Tuesday. Is that what's bothering you, child?"
"No." She moved away from the window to help Cleo finish folding the clothes. They also did dry cleaning and private washing for a lot of the sick and elderly in the area for a monthly fee. She told Cleo of the stranger she saw sneaking around the neighborhood that morning.
"You kissed him?!" Cleo cackled.
"Hush or everybody in the neighborhood will hear your mouth."
"I can't believe you actually let some boy kiss you."
"He wasn't a boy." She smiled wickedly remembering what had been pressed against her stomach and the taste of him. "He tasted like a man to me."
"How did he look?"
"White, but cute."
"Oh dear Lord, tell me the girl didn't kiss no white boy."
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Love Like This
RomanceAngered that his wife would sleep with his brother, Ethan swore revenge. To his surprise, he becomes involved with the one person his wife never wanted him to get close to...her daughter, Nicole. Once Ethan leaves his wife penniless and then breaks...
