As her and Jason stood waiting Marsha tried to reassure Jason of what was about to take place. Again she had no clue that her mother, "Rickey" was going to be there or else she would not of went and would of not brought Jason. She had enough drama in her life, too much to have to deal with the extra stuff Ricky would bring to the table.
Ricky had been in and out of her entire life her grandmother had been her stability, her rock.
As Marsha continued to talk to Jason she saw her grandma walking to the door. Now of course most would say why didn’t she just walk in, well Grandma Knox didn’t play. She let you in and out of her house, and that was how it went.
“Sha Sha”’
“Hey Grammy,” said Marsha as she and Jason walked in the foyer.
“Well I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she said as she looked at Jason.
Marsha went to interrupt her grandmother to introduce Jason. But before she could her grandmother cut her off.
“Jay, it been a long time baby how’s you momma doing.”
Jason was confused on what Grandma Knox was asking. But nevertheless he answered the question.
“Ma’am she is fine.”
“and Ashley.” Asked Mrs. Knox.
Marsha was standing stunned, “ Grammy, how do you know his family, I hadn’t even told you his name.”
“Sha quit playing child, How you gon ask me how I know Jason? Like you would just bring a stranger up in my house please child, please.”
Marsha held her grandma hand, “No I am for real Grammy, I have no clue how you know Jason.”
Her grandmother sat at the Kitchen table, “Really.” She picked up her white with black trim coffee cup and took a sip. As she placed her cup back on its saucer she looked at Jason and said, “So do you know who I am?”
She signaled for him and Marsha to sit at the table.
Jason answered, “no ma’am.”
She placed up one finger as if she was excusing herself from church service. Within a minute she was back at the table with a book.
“So Marsha baby if he don’t know me and I don’t know him. Then how do you two know each other.”
“Well, we work together at the magazine.”
“Really, that’s it you guys work together?”
“Grammy this is really weird and so not why I am here.”
“Wow, excuse you. But would you like to know how you know Jason?”
“I already told you, Grammy.”
“Ahh no, Sha you have known Jason a lot longer than that.” She opened the photo album and placed it in front of them.
“Now I am confused,” said Jason.
As Marsha and Jason looked at the album and saw photos of a white little boy and a black little girl.
“Grammy okay that’s me but that it so not Jason,” laughed Marsha.
“uh Yes it is,” laughed Jason.
As they looked through the photographs they realize that they truly had a history in the friendship that went way beyond working at Tellinit. There were pictures that went from age one to about five were it looked like they were inseparable.
As Marsha’s grandamother turned the page of they album she said, “You two were even married once.” She pointed at the two of the them dressed in there Sunday clothes standing together at a park. “yeah, I remember Jason said that he would never let any boy’s hurt his Sha Sha, so he would protect her and be her husband forever.”
“Yeah right.” Marsha huffed. “This is crazy.”
“Well I have it on video Sha.” answered her Grandmother.
“You would,” said Marsha as she shook her head.
“Jason and his family used to live next to his when we live on the East side of Detroit. I think it was right when around your 6th birthday when I moved here to Canada."
There was a knock at Mrs. Knox’s door.
“I’ll be right back,” she said as she went to answer it.
Jason had a uncontrollable smirk on his face, he kept shaking his head and chuckling. Marsha and him had a past that both of them had forgot.
“Shut up, don’t say a word.” Marsha hissed.
“I ain’t say nothing.”
“You thinking it.”
“Oh so know you know me huh.” Jason questioned.
“un uh I am not playing Jay, Just leave what you heard here at this table.”
“Okay Sha Sha.”
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Dontay had just got out of the shower and put on a pair of black jogging pants. His chest was still a moist from the Aqua Boogie body butter he had applied to his skin.
As Dontay went to answer the door of his 2 story condo. He wondered who the hell was it. He had no plans for this morning.
When he got to the door he could see the shape of a female figure. Oh hell he thought. What did I get myself into now. Upon opening the door he realized that this was not just any woman, it was Ashley.
Ashley was a chocolate brown and stood about 5’7’ her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. As she stepped over the threshold of his door way. She took a card out of the ankle length coat she was wearing and handed it to him. She pointed for him to open it.
The card read:
Dontay stepped back with a curious look on his face. No questions, something she wants to give me. Dontay not being the scary type walk as close to her as he could, looked her up and down, put his hands in both of her pockets pulled her closer to him. And in his right hand he retrieved a CD which he went and put in his stereo. As he turned back toward Ashley she motioned for him to sit on the couch. Up and Down by Pretty Ricky began to play through his speakers. Ashley dropped her coat to floor. Underneath it she was wearing a black and white pin striped corset with a matching thong and stockings.
Dontay's nature began to rise. This was not what he was expecting. Ashley placed her finger over her mouth as she walked toward Dontay. As she began to dance for him Dontay attempted to touch her. He like the dance don’t get me wrong be he wanted her, all of her.
Ashley stopped him placing his hands back at his side. She then straddled him and began to map his chest with her fingers as she brought her hands up to his face. She pulled him in closer to her and allowed his mouth to enter hers. Dontay could no longer hold back his desire for her. As he kissed her he placed his arms around her lower back lifting her off the couch. As they continued to kiss he carried her up the 15 stairs the led to his bedroom.
Once they enter his room Ashley unwrapped her legs from around him, stood and then softly pushed him to lay on his bed. She whispered, “I want you.”