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finally settled in, and she was now looking to me for answers.
    “Ain’t nothing bisexual about him. He likes dick more than both of us.”
    Tiffany glared at me for a full three seconds before turning back to Jerome. “Ain’t this some shit?” she said as she walked off.
    Jerome shrugged. “I guess she don’t want to come over anymore.”
    I laughed and gave my friend a hug.
    If you haven’t figured it out yet, Jerome is gay—very gay—and there is nothing he likes better than proving to me that he can pull people from both sides of the fence. It used to bother me, years ago, when he first came out, especially since we used to date. That can be a blow to any woman’s ego when the manshe’s having sex with decides to announce that he doesn’t even like women. But now I was past that, and I couldn’t imagine him any other way.
    “C’mon, friend, take me home.” I hooked my arm in his, and we strolled out of the club, right past Tiffany’s evil glare.

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    I sat down on the living room sofa, poured myself a glass of wine, and then eased back to read Keith Lee Johnson’s
Little Black Girl Lost 5
, our next book club selection. I’d read the other books in the series when I was in the New York chapter of the BGBC, and I really enjoyed them, so I was looking forward to reading part five.
    I hadn’t gotten through five pages when Rashad walked past the sliding glass doors, blocking out the sun and casting a large shadow in the area where I was sitting. I watched him inconspicuously for a moment. He was gazing at the pool as if trying to decide whether to get into the water. He looked cute pacing back and forth in the red-and-white Nike sweat suit I’d gotten him last Christmas. Had to give credit where credit was due; he really was a fine-ass man. He was one of those men who got even better looking as he got older. Maybe it was his newly shaved head, but he looked more distinguished, if you know what I mean.
    A satisfied grin crept up on my face when he unzipped his jacket. Apparently he’d made a decision to take a dip in the pool. Rashad always seemed to be working, and I was glad he was about to tear himself away from his computer and BlackBerry to finally enjoy the pool his money built. He’d worked hard to afford this house, and he deserved to enjoy it. Heck, maybe after I finished a chapter or two, I would just join him. It had been a long time since the two of us had enjoyed a swim together.
    My grin became a full-fledged smile as I remembered a night many years ago, when the two of us sneaked into his neighbor’saboveground swimming pool to skinny-dip. Thank God the owners of the house were on vacation; otherwise they might have gotten quite a shock. I still can’t believe I let him talk me into it. Not that I have any regrets. I swear I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. The moon, the stars, the warm water … Oh, and let’s not forget the best part—the off-the-charts sex! My smile was now a devilish grin that I covered with my hand. That was one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life, and for the moment, all I could think of was the best way to recreate the past.
    I fanned myself, then picked up my wine, draining half the glass with one gulp. I glanced back over toward him, thinking naughty thoughts I had no business having at midnight, let alone at twelve o’clock in the afternoon. Besides, he was my sister’s husband now. Fucked up as it was, he was off-limits. So, I tried my best to ignore all the fantasies swirling through my mind and get back to my book. Keith Lee Johnson, here I come!
    That idea went totally out the window when Rashad’s shadow began to sway around the room in a very sensual way. When I looked up, Rashad was slowly gyrating his hips as if he, too, were lost in the memory of our past escapades in a pool. From that moment on, my eyes never left him as I put the book down next to me on the sofa.
    I finished that glass of wine and poured