noticing Preston was drinking from his favorite mug. “Iris… none of your business.”
“Likewise,” Preston said, looking at Iris.
“What?”
“What? What do you mean, what? You just stood here buck naked in front of your brother — and me, with my dick hard as hell…”
“Don’t be embarrassed. He occasionally walks around naked, too.”
“You know what? I don’t even want to know. Next time, wear a robe. For me, please.” He kissed her as he headed to the bedroom.
“Can I make you something to eat?”
“No,” he shouted from around the corner.
***
“Idris,” Iris said as she peeped into his room.
“What?”
“I really like this guy. Is it possible to have love at first sight?”
He shrugged. “You know I don’t believe in romantic love. I think love is a choice, not something that happens to you.”
“Someday, you’ll meet a woman who will change all of that,” she said.
“Go put on some clothes before that man goes berserk.”
12
Iris quickened her pace to a jog when she noticed the line of taxis dwindle down to two. She reached the cab just before a couple who walked with their arms locked around each other’s waist. It was a close victory as she put her hand on the handle just before they could claim the cab for themselves. She slid into the backseat and the cab whizzed away, dropping her off at Prudence’s mother’s brownstone fifteen minutes later.
Iris hurried up the stairs. She smoothed her hair, swept her bangs from her face, and approached the door, knocking softly at first, then harder. Trying the knob, it was unlocked, so she walked in and followed the voices which led to the kitchen.
“I just need to know what we’re eating. Your mom has no food here,” Jess complained.
“Pizza or Chinese?” Prudence asked while shuffling through a stack of menus she pulled from a kitchen drawer.
“You really need to update your music, Pru.” Jess said, sifting through the vast collection of downloads on Pru’s iPhone. “I mean, who even listens to house music anymore?”
“How about Thai?” Pru suggested.
“Michael Bolton? Really, Pru,” Jess laughed as she scrolled through Pru’s playlists.
“Come on, you said you’re hungry. What are we going to eat?” Pru asked.
“May I?” Iris offered, holding her hand out for the menus. Pru handed the stack to her and she rifled through until she landed on Chana Masala—Indian cuisine.
“What about this one? They deliver. Indian.”
“Sounds good, Iris. Call it in,” Jess said.
“What do you want?”
Pru’s mother, Audra, came into the kitchen to greet them. She was rather small, no more than five feet — maybe even five-two, but not much more than that. Her hips were wide with an ample derriere and a tiny waist. Her maxi dress flowed nicely over her curves, accentuating her sexy, slender femininity.
Following closely behind Audra was Pru’s father, John Clark. Their affair annoyed Pru because she knew it would be her mother who’d end up hurt once again. John kissed Pru on the cheek, greeted the others, and kissed Audra goodbye.
“Mom, do you remember Iris?” Pru said, kissing her mom on the lips.
“Yes, I do. It’s nice to see you again, Iris. How’s Peter?”
Pru shook her head, trying to stop her mother from asking, but it was too late. Iris smiled and said, “I’m assuming he’s fine. We’re divorced.”
Audra cut her eyes at Pru who gave a look of “I tried to stop you.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Iris. I’ve known Peter since he was a little boy. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine him as a man.”
“Since he was a boy? How’d you know him?”
“His father was in my unit — in the Air Force. I was his commander.”
“You were in the Air Force?”
She nodded. “I’m retired now, but yes.”
“Hey, Mama Payne,” Jess said as she stood to kiss her on the cheek.
“So, what brings you girls to my humble home?”
“Mom, we needed a place where we
“Likewise,” Preston said, looking at Iris.
“What?”
“What? What do you mean, what? You just stood here buck naked in front of your brother — and me, with my dick hard as hell…”
“Don’t be embarrassed. He occasionally walks around naked, too.”
“You know what? I don’t even want to know. Next time, wear a robe. For me, please.” He kissed her as he headed to the bedroom.
“Can I make you something to eat?”
“No,” he shouted from around the corner.
***
“Idris,” Iris said as she peeped into his room.
“What?”
“I really like this guy. Is it possible to have love at first sight?”
He shrugged. “You know I don’t believe in romantic love. I think love is a choice, not something that happens to you.”
“Someday, you’ll meet a woman who will change all of that,” she said.
“Go put on some clothes before that man goes berserk.”
12
Iris quickened her pace to a jog when she noticed the line of taxis dwindle down to two. She reached the cab just before a couple who walked with their arms locked around each other’s waist. It was a close victory as she put her hand on the handle just before they could claim the cab for themselves. She slid into the backseat and the cab whizzed away, dropping her off at Prudence’s mother’s brownstone fifteen minutes later.
Iris hurried up the stairs. She smoothed her hair, swept her bangs from her face, and approached the door, knocking softly at first, then harder. Trying the knob, it was unlocked, so she walked in and followed the voices which led to the kitchen.
“I just need to know what we’re eating. Your mom has no food here,” Jess complained.
“Pizza or Chinese?” Prudence asked while shuffling through a stack of menus she pulled from a kitchen drawer.
“You really need to update your music, Pru.” Jess said, sifting through the vast collection of downloads on Pru’s iPhone. “I mean, who even listens to house music anymore?”
“How about Thai?” Pru suggested.
“Michael Bolton? Really, Pru,” Jess laughed as she scrolled through Pru’s playlists.
“Come on, you said you’re hungry. What are we going to eat?” Pru asked.
“May I?” Iris offered, holding her hand out for the menus. Pru handed the stack to her and she rifled through until she landed on Chana Masala—Indian cuisine.
“What about this one? They deliver. Indian.”
“Sounds good, Iris. Call it in,” Jess said.
“What do you want?”
Pru’s mother, Audra, came into the kitchen to greet them. She was rather small, no more than five feet — maybe even five-two, but not much more than that. Her hips were wide with an ample derriere and a tiny waist. Her maxi dress flowed nicely over her curves, accentuating her sexy, slender femininity.
Following closely behind Audra was Pru’s father, John Clark. Their affair annoyed Pru because she knew it would be her mother who’d end up hurt once again. John kissed Pru on the cheek, greeted the others, and kissed Audra goodbye.
“Mom, do you remember Iris?” Pru said, kissing her mom on the lips.
“Yes, I do. It’s nice to see you again, Iris. How’s Peter?”
Pru shook her head, trying to stop her mother from asking, but it was too late. Iris smiled and said, “I’m assuming he’s fine. We’re divorced.”
Audra cut her eyes at Pru who gave a look of “I tried to stop you.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Iris. I’ve known Peter since he was a little boy. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine him as a man.”
“Since he was a boy? How’d you know him?”
“His father was in my unit — in the Air Force. I was his commander.”
“You were in the Air Force?”
She nodded. “I’m retired now, but yes.”
“Hey, Mama Payne,” Jess said as she stood to kiss her on the cheek.
“So, what brings you girls to my humble home?”
“Mom, we needed a place where we
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