My bro Donny and I picked up little mama and set her down on our couch. I think Donny pushed her a little too far tonight. He didn't have to share all that.
"So Dre, what should we do now? Leave her or wake her up?" Donny asked.
To be honest I ain't have a clue. if we leave her then we'll just have to wake her up at six thirty. On the other hand if we get her up now then there's the chance that she'll run.
"Wake her up! I need a bucket of water and make it cold," I told him.
I listened to his retreating steps while I stared at her beauty. She has almond shaped eyes, straight nose, plump lips that I wanna bite and suck on. Her body had more curves and dips that the Grand Canyon. Small delicate feet were tucked into the edge of the sofa. She's prefect in ever aspect of the word.
"Brah, I know how you feel. I'm feeling the same way but this feeling is getting stronger. We gotta try Dre, we gotta."
I knew exactly what my brother was thinking thanks to this twin telepathy thing we have. I can feel his emotions and practically hear his thoughts since they often resembled my own.
"You're not about to pour that ice water on her are you?"
He should know the answer to that already.
"Let me get a towel then."
He walked out with his head down and returned silently carrying two towels. Our favorite towels to be exact. I knew he wanted them both to smell just like her.
Very slowly I tipped bucket of ice water over her face and watched her stunning beauty spring forth with a deep fury out of rage.
Like they say " Hell has no fury like a woman scorned".
