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Adventures of Cognac-A17
When the door slammed I exhaled and cried a good cry….. “NAC!!! NAC!!! NAC!!!!” yelled Hannah. What girl? What is it? Hannah screaming brought me back to reality. “Your ass was moaning, crying, or something in your sleep. What the fuck were you dreaming about?” Oh, damn. Girl some shit I don’t ever want to think about again. Where are we Jeff? How long do we have before we reach our car? “We almost there Nac, the car is at the end of Whitehorse Road right before you get on 85.” Good because I need to stretch my legs; I’m just tense all over. No sooner that I said that we were pulling into the Citgo station. Jeff reached in his pocket and handed me the keys to the car. I passed the keys to Hannah, so Jeff and I can talk for a minute. “Look Nac, talk to your girls; I mean really talk to them. Because this shit here that went on today is to not be mentioned again unless I bring it up. That goes for you too. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this on the low, because those niggas had help. I’m convinced of that shit if nothing else. If I find out Hannah or Sherry, hell even you had something to do with this I will handle all your asses accordingly. Now with that said, I love you and drive carefully. Call me as soon as you hit the Georgia state line.” Okay Jeff, I love you too and you know in your hearts of hearts that my girls and I didn’t have anything to do with this. Besides I would never do anything to hurt you and they know how I feel about you. You are my one & only ace boon coon. I couldn’t breathe without you in my life. ***damn my ass was pouring it on a little too thick I better stop before he really think something up and I don’t know a damn thang*** “Well just don’t forget what I said Nac” Jeff said as he was hopping in the truck. I stood there and waved before turning toward the car. Hannah was in the driver seat and Sherry was in the back seat. Good because Hannah had a lot of explaining to do. I walked in the store to take me a piss first; I assumed the girls did it, because they know how my ass hates to stop. I don’t want to stop unless we finna run out of gas.
As I washed my hands I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I was all there. I knew I was, but after all that went on thru the night I couldn’t be too sure. Damn, just thinking about me, Jeff, and the girls sexing each other. Getting raped by some gay ass niggas and knowing that they were killed behind some bizarre shit. I need to stop thinking and get my ass in the car and 3rd degree Hannah. I hurriedly finish my business and jumped in the car. Hannah didn’t say a word and proceeded to jump on 85 South toward Georgia. Okay bitch get to talking and I don’t want anything but the mutherfucking truth. Don’t leave shit out either. I don’t give a damn how small. I won’t interrupt and I want you to talk until you get finish. You suppose to be my best friend and lover and you go pull some sneaky ass shit like this. GET TO GOT DAMN TALKING RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!! “Okay fine, Cognac you want the truth well that’s what I’m gonna give you. Be careful what you ask for and I hope you can handle it. Just know that I love you with all my heart. About 6 months ago when we came up here to see Jeff we all went club hopping remember and you wanted to leave early so you can get some dick.” I just stared at Hannah waiting on her to proceed. Hannah sighed and continued, “Anyway I wasn’t ready to leave, because I was having so much fun. I told you and Jeff I would catch a cab to the room, but Jeff wanted one of his boys to look after me. You already know I refused, because I can take care of myself. After ya’ll left, in walks this big light-skinned brother with his hair cut low and a trimmed goatee that made my knees buckle. You know I am a sucker for light-skinned brothers. Damn I love me a yellow nigga. He walks in like he owns the place. I don’t know what was shining more his neck or his wrists. When I tell you this brother was dripping with ice, he was dripping with ice. Of course he noticed me, because I was new meat and the best looking thang in there. You know how the North Carolina girls look. Like they all need a new hair dresser. He walks straight over to the bar where I’m sitting and tell the bartender to give me another of what I’m drinking. You know how I get when a nigga buys me a drink. I at least give him some good conversation and frankly this nigga had me as soon as he walked in. He asked if I wanted to sit in a booth with him and I eagerly agreed. Hell you had a cake-daddy why couldn’t I have me one. That’s what I was thinking. After a few drinks and some get-to-know each other questions he (Brandon that’s his name) offered me a ride to the room. When we made it to the room he quickly noticed Jeff’s truck. His old demeanor changed and he said, “I wonder why this nigga here or better yet who is up here with”. I don’t guess he meant to say that aloud, because I startled him when I told him that Jeff was here with my home girl. I told him my suite was right next door and if he wanted to come up he could. He quickly declined and said lets exchange numbers I got something I need to do that’s very important. I was like okay fine, no problem I’ll call you tomorrow or you call me. Brandon wanted to know how long we were in town and I told him we were leaving at check out tomorrow. He kissed me passionately and sped off. I thought it ended pretty strange, but with the ice he had I figured he had to put in work.” Look Hannah this shit is taking too long get to the part that concerns my Jeff and get to it quickly…….
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