Sunday, 6pm

by Ola Faleti

“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yes, you do. You have that stupid grin all over your face.”
“I think I love her.”
“Nah, but her tongue is incredible.”
“You bastard.”
“She told me she could knot a cherry stem in her mouth.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“I believe it.”
“You shacking up with this girl?”
“For now. The days are short and the cold is long.”
“You’re not concerned…about…”
“I mean, I thought about it.”
“Cause me? I couldn’t do it.”
“I know, James.”
“I don’t live on the wild side. I eat the same dinner every Sunday.”
“Sure sure, your mom makes it.”
“That’s besides the point. She’s not bothered?”
“Nope. She said it makes her come harder.”
“Jesus. Just don’t get her pregnant.”
“I won’t.”
“You’ll give that kid Down Syndrome.”
“We use rubbers.”
“Of all the broads in the world, you go with your blood.”
“She’s a Bell. At least I know she’s clean.”
“God have mercy on your soul.”
“You ever been with a cousin?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“It’s funny cause we used to play in the kiddie pool together. Damn near saw her naked then.”
“Uh huh.”
“She looks better naked now, obviously. I’m not a pedo.”
“I’m gonna be sick.”
“You’re judging me, James.”
“You’re boning your cousin!”
“Have I ever said anything about the ugly broads you’ve bagged? Remember the one with all the moles on her face?”
“I told her to get checked for melanoma.”
“I let you fuck in peace. All I ask is the same respect.”
“Fine. I won’t speak on it again.”
“Thank you.”
“Your mom know?”
“What kind of stupid question…you tell your mom about the chicks you bring to bed?”
“I never brought a cousin.”
“She doesn’t know. Nobody knows except you. That’s how I like it.”
“OK. Can you still give me a ride to the train station?”
“You’re welcome.”
“But I know you, and I don’t trust you. Don’t raw her.”
“I won’t.”
“You got any other hot cousins?”
“Go find your own.”
“Selfish bastard. A real friend doesn’t hoard snatch.”
“You wanna ride to the train station or what?”
“Yeah yeah, I’m comin’. I gotta take a leak first.”

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