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I’d exited the shower, towel dried, and applied a quick coat of cocoa butter lotion to my entire body.
As I dressed, a pair of denims and a tee, I stole a look at the nightstand clock. It was already 2:25 a.m.
I was tying the lace on my second Jordan Flint when I heard Sway entering. I stood in anticipation of our new guest.
“Daddy.”
I looked behind her. “Where’s Tyler?”
“She’s outside.”
“Outside, where?”
Sway smiled. “The door.”
“On the other side?”
“Yes.”
I paused, raising my palms. “Are you going to leave her out there?”
“No.”
“And… Are you going to let her in?”
“Ask her to come in.”
“Huh?”
“Ask her to come in.”
“Why do I have to?”
“She never enters a home without the owner’s invitation.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah.”
I stared. “You’re really serious.”
Sway giggled. “Yes.”
“Is she some kind of vampire or something?”
“No, Daddy. Please.”
I walked to the entrance. “You’re not making any sense, Sway.” I turned the handle, tugging, pulling it towards me.
Tyler was perfectly toned, ebony, statuesque, and magnificent. It was as if a children’s doll, having been granted a wish to become human, had come to life.
She was dressed in a Kelly green glen plaid mini skirt along with a black patent leather corset supporting her surgically enhanced D cups.
Standing in a pair of matching spaghetti strap sandals, she evened me in height. However, her giant natural shaggy fro made her appear a foot taller.
“This has to be a joke, Sway. She cannot be real. Are you playing with me?”
“She’s real.”
“Does she speak? Hello, Tyler?”
“Hello, Andre.” There was a slight rasp in her tone.
“The fuck, man. This is crazy. Would you please come in?”
Her mouth slightly twisted to the side into a smile. With two slow strides of her long legs, she was standing toe to toe with me.
She lowered her bag to the floor, then reached her hand. Her grip was firm. “I’m Tyler. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet you, Tyler.”
“Do you use the N word?”
“Excuse me?”
“I can’t fuck with you if you use the N word. I don’t deal with clowns.”
“Wait a fucking minute.” I looked to Sway. She’d dropped her head. “Sway!”
“Daddy.” She quietly closed the door. “Please don’t yell. We’re going to wake the neighbors.”
“Fuck the neighbors and fuck this bitch!”
Sway pleaded. “Andre, she’s just like that. She’s proud…”
“I’m fucking proud too! Nobody comes in my fucking house and calls me a fucking clown! I’ll slap the shit out of this bitch!”
Tyler growled. “Yes…” I turned to her. Her big eyes were steady, sharp. “Now don’t go and threaten me with a good time and not go through with it. You look like you’re a man of your word…got my pussy all wet.”
“Okay, this ho is crazy. She ain’t right in the head. I see now why she can’t get along with her grandmother.”
Sway, taking me by the arm, dragged me to the bathroom, slamming the door behind us. “Andre, don’t tell her that. You’ve just crushed her.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Sway. This bitch comes in my house telling me what I can and can’t say. Who the fuck does she think she is? I’ll say the N word and any other fucking word I want to say.”
“I know, baby. You’re right… But she’s into her culture and… I… She respects and…”
“I’m black, Sway. It’s my culture too. I get what she’s saying, but…”
“So you can relate better than I can… You must have some idea.”
“That’s not the point. She’s still disrespecting me. If she was like that with every other motherfucker she ran into, then I’d respect her. But…”
“Andre.” Sway held me close. “She’s like that with everyone. It doesn’t matter where or who it is. Young, old, middle-aged, man or woman. She side-eyed a police dog one time because his bark sounded too close…”
“To the N word?”
“Yes.”
I broke into laughter. “Okay, she’s about that life.”
“I’m telling you. I’ve learned so much from being around her. It’s the way she sees things. I’ve never heard anyone talk like that before.”
“Bitch still called me a clown though.”
Sway smiled. “She didn’t. She said that she don’t deal with clowns.”
I paused, running it all back. “Okay, you’re right…again. I fucking hate you.”
“It’s okay.” She placed a kiss to my lips. “I love you.”
“You could have told her we don’t get down like that.”
“Right. Everything moved so quickly, though.”
“I owe her an apology?”
“I think so.”
Tyler hadn’t moved a step. She watched cautiously as we approached. “Tyler… I reacted too quickly, and I want to say that I’m sorry. It was all my fault.” She smiled warmly, flashing a perfect set of whites. She quickly locked her arms around me. “No, huh? Hugs?”
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