Oooooooooo baby, don’t stop, yes…..yes…….Uhhhhhhhhh daaammmnnnnn…..
That’s what I said and before I could pull the wrapping off Dope Boy Fresh, she says…..
“Fresh, we need to talk”
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH
“We need to talk” is the one of the worse sentences ever compiled. Whatever follows that shit is never good.
The back of my company’s office building faces a parking lot and an alley (white folks here call it a jogging trail. NO. It’s an alley. You just happen to run on it) Anyway, not too far from the office building is a high school. We’re not talking city high school. We’re talking ‘burbs where kids have i.Phones and crap like that. Every now and then, more in the warmer months than the winter, a boy and a girl will take an extended lunch (yes they let them out for lunch) and hideout in the alley.
What are they doing in the alley Fresh? What the hell do you think? They’re not bumping skins (at least I have yet to see that and don’t want to either), they’re just making out, swapping spit, tongue dancing, body rubbing….you get the point. The funny thing is they have NO idea that my building has a clear view to them.
There was a couple today. Kissing, laughing, hugging, even dry humping (she sat on him and was making the motions and he was too), just enjoying themselves. Usually someone breaks up the party. But not today. I guess people figured we’ll just let them be (cold).
