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time ago I was messing around with this guy named Too Damn Fine.” I pause for a beat. “Jeff, why are you looking at me like that? That’s what they called him.”
    “That’s a nickname. Okay, keep going.”
    “Too Damn Fine loved to wear his do-rags underneath a big black-and-white fitted cap that he’d tilt to the side. You know, a hat like a fedora. Anyway, his jeans always fell below the waist so that you could see his boxers. And he loved wearing muscle tees to show off his you-know-what.”
    Jeff laughs. “Keep going.”
    “So, obviously I couldn’t let the fam know I was interested in this guy. They would have tried to talk me out of it. And the more someone tells me I can’t do something—.”
    “The more you eat Chinese food?”
    “Shut up, you’re so silly. That doesn’t make any sense.” I scream and laugh and lift my hand to pretend like I’m going to playfully punch him.
    “Okay, keep going.”
    “Hey, I do love me some kung pao shrimp and pork egg foo young.” I smirk and wink at Jeff. “Anyway, me and Too Damn Fine would have to sneak around just to be with each other. I’d go out of my way to dress in church clothes, but I’d also carry a big ole backpack with me so I could change into my fun gear as soon as I got into his car.”
    “Ooh, you’re so scandalous.”
    “No, Jeff, don’t call me that. I had to do what I had to do to be with the guy I loved. That’s just how I roll.”
    “I see,” he says, staring at me. “What kind of car did he drive?”
    “Uh, a whatchamacallit. I remember it was an American car, black on black. The shocks were terrible, but he said he did that on purpose. He wanted people to notice him when he drove down the street. Real arrogant, just how I like ’em.” I laugh. “Anyway, he, oh, I remember now. He drove a mean-looking Charger. I love sporty cars. And he liked driving with all the windows rolled down and would pump his music so loud you could hear him coming blocks away.”
    “Keep going, Little Mama.”
    I love that Jeff called me “Little Mama” and that he really seems to be listening to everything I tell him.
    Jeff is going to be mine.
    “He picks me up. I start removing my church clothes and put on a halter top and some shorts right there in the front seat while we’re driving down Scott Street, right past Frenchy’s Chicken. And he drives us to Hobby Airport. And we keep going until we reach the roof of one of the parking garages. And we climb onto the roof of his car and peer up at the sky to watch the airplanes fly over us. It was so romantic, so beautiful.”
    “Okay, but when does the sexy come in?”
    “Don’t interrupt. I’m not done yet.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “So, oh my God, I’m almost embarrassed to tell you this. I don’t want you to think I’m a freak.”
    “I swear to God, I won’t think you’re a freak.”
    I take a deep breath. “Okay, Too Damn Fine grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against his big ole chest, and we starting slobbering each other down, feeling on each other like two high schoolers. I heard the sounds of planes taking off; shoot, for all I know other travelers might have been parked near us, but I didn’t care. Baby boy, when I felt Too Damn Fine’s private parts poking against me, I lost it.”
    “Damn.”
    “That’s what I was saying. I was rubbing my cheeks against this man’s face, kissing him like I’ve never kissed a man before, and we had sex right there on that roof.”
    “Eww, Too Damn Fine had him a big-time freak.”
    “Jeff,” I squeal, and this time, I actually punch him with my fist. He stares at me with tenderness, which surprises me. I am happy, though. He could have looked at me with disgust.He could have asked me to leave, told me I am not the woman for him. But it’s cool I can tell him my sexiest secrets, and he still seems to be down for me. I like that about him.
    “I always wondered about you, you know that, don’t you?”
    Feeling warm and