All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume II (56 page)

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Damn man, I forgot you were a surgeon with that rock in your hand.  You're lucky I didn't have on my sneakers I'd took your ass old school.” Teddy said as he retrieves two clean towels from a rack of white towels and tosses one to Christian.  Christian catches the towel and quickly towels off while catching his breath.

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Old school, new school, or private school there's not too many people that can fuck with me on this or any other basketball court.  Bitch you know you can't take me one on one, ain't shit changed.  But, I must admit that you've stepped up your game a bit, unfortunately I'm a natural born Rock Star.” 

Teddy
throws up a three point shot and misses. Christian rebounds the basketball and hurdles it towards the basket, effortlessly ringing a three pointer.  He laughs as he leaves the court. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to play basketball with Teddy or anyone else for that matter. It felt good to put all the bullshit to the side and just enjoy the company of his friend.

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It’s funny how success has a way of stealing the true essence of joy out of life. I haven’t had this much fun with Teddy since college.” He thought. “Good game, man.” He conceded.

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Yeah, I guess it was a good game for you. You beat my ass twenty four to six.” Teddy laughed

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I can't believe you called me an old man.  Hell, I'm only three years older than you, young gun.  Not to mention I stay in the gym, every single day, just like you.”

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Whatever bitch.  You alright and shit, I guess.  But it ain't over yet.  We'll suit up and go a few later.  You want something from the bar?”

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Yeah, you got any Gatorade?” Christian asks.

Teddy
walks over to the concession stand and grabs two Gatorades. “I got Gatorade, I got Vitamin Water and I got Red Bull.  Hell I got a whole damn bar of beer, wine, liquor and anything else you can imagine.  You want a cold one, I'm buying?” 

Teddy
cuts the light on at the bar and gestures for Christian to join him.  Christian drapes the towel around his bare shoulders and swaggers over to the bar still dripping with perspiration.

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This is a really nice place.  I bet you hardly even come in here.” Christian notes as he opens and downs a Gatorade.

Teddy
plays bartender and pours two draft beers from the tap. “Actually I'm down here shooting at least two to three times a week. It helps me to unwind and take my mind off shit. My boys come over and run with me once or twice a week depending on what's going on.  Everybody's schedule is so crazy with endorsements, interviews, commercials and other shit.  Matter fact, let me call these niggas and get a game going.  Fuck the party!  I need to win my money back from some of these bitches who think they can play.”

Teddy
samples a sip of the ice cold beer as he picks up the phone on the bar and makes a quick phone call. He leaves a brief muffled message on the phone before returning to his conversation with Christian. “Yeah man, we play a full court game with refs, cheerleaders, spectators and all. We have a crazy time just running ball.”

Christian
nods as he takes a big sip of his draft beer. “It sounds good to me.  I haven't had a good game in a while. I spend more time at the hospital than I do off. I could use a good run to work off some of this stress.  I thought you were going to round up the troops?”

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I did.  I called my assistant and she notifies everybody who needs to be notified.  A brutha is way too busy and too rich to handle all the mundane details by himself.  How do you think the car service got to the airport so fast.  Your ass would still be at the airport if I had to track down a limo service on that short of a notice.  I just leave all that shit to the professionals.” 

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Speaking of pros, what's up with your two lady friends?”

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Here you go calling those women hoes.”

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I didn't call them hoes.  I implied that they were pros.  There's a big difference. And in my defense you must admit that they were wearing hooker uniforms.” Christian laughed.

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Nigga, whatever.  I told you they were Earth Angels.  They didn't want to come over to greet you because they had morning breath or some shit they were talking about.  Anyway they're friends of mine.  They're not hoes, not groupies and certainly not pros.  Amber and La Chae are good people.  Besides, I'm too fine to pay for pussy. There are two things that I don’t do. I don’t lie and I sure as hell don’t pay for pussy. Hell, that shit is free, especially when you look like me.”

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Hey, you're the one that said that he was too rich and too busy to handle the mundane aspects of his life.  Pros seemed like a logically assumption.  I mean it's a likely choice for someone, like you, who clearly is just in it for a fuck.  I apologize for implying that your friends were professionals.  My bad!”

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Whatever, bitch.  Don't call my girls hoes, nigga.  What about you?  Man, you use to run so many women I use to think that you were a damn pimp. So, I know that you’re not talking.”

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I admit that I had a greedy appetite for a pretty kitty or two, but that was then and this is now.  I told you that I buried all of that bullshit.  I grew up.  Besides, once you've tasted fine Champagne it's hard to go back to cheap ass beer.” Christian laughs as he downs the remainder of his beer and pushes his glass away.

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I know you didn't just call my beer cheap! Nigga this is imported beer.”  Teddy flashes Christian a dirty look, takes his glass and pours him another beer from the tap.

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No, I wasn't referring to your beer.  The beer is great.  It's actually damn good.  The statement was an analogy.  You do know what an analogy is, do you not?”

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Fuck you nigga, I went to college just like your condescending ass.  Matter fact my GPA was almost as high as yours, if my memory serves me correct.”

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Yeah, almost is the key word in that statement.  Look, I know you're intelligent, but it seems like for some reason you've got hung up on stupid.  What's with all the women?  Come on man, knocking them down two at a time and running women all over the country, that shit ain't cool.  What's going on with you?  I've never seen you act like this.  It's like you don't give a shit any more.  Man, don't get this far and self destruct like this.  One paternity suit will fuck up your whole world.”

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So, is this what all this is about? Whatever, nigga.  You need to just let me be me and you concentrate on being you.  I'm just trying to deal with some shit the only way I know how right now.  I know I'm fucking up, but shit's getting a little better.”

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What about Queen?”

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What about her? None of this shit has anything to do with Queen.”

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So, you’re just going to fuck over her like this?  Man that woman doesn't deserve this bullshit and you know it.”

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Nigga, I just said I'm trying to work through some shit.”

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Teddy, she's a good woman.  If you're not going to treat her like the Queen she is… Then maybe you should let her go.”

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Queen ain't going no damn where.  I treat her like a goddess.  I'm just trying to deal with shit the only way I know how, right now. Cut me a break.”

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You know that you can talk to me if you need to.  I'm not saying I got all the answers, but I'll find them.  You're starting to worry me.”

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What nigga?  You’re a shrink now?  Talk to you about what, Chris?  Come on man.  It's not that deep and it’s really not that damn serious. And it’s for damn sure none of your fuckin business.”

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I'm just saying that I know that you don't really want to keep treating women like toilet tissue, especially not Queen.”

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Hey, stop bringing Queen into this.  I love that girl.  Look man I'm not that cold hearted.  I'm just enjoying life.  Matter of fact let's change the damn subject, cause I don't even want to talk about it anymore.  Nothing’s wrong with me.  I'm just having a little fun.  So, let's leave it there for now. Queen understands me. She's got my back and we're working out our shit on the daily. And neither one of us is going no fucking were. You can believe that shit! Cool?”

Alright
cool!  I didn't mean for the shit to get heavy, but it needed to be said, so, I said it. We’re brothers and shit and I don’t want to see you self destruct like this.”

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So, what about you?  Dish the dirt, bitch.  Now, are you really thinking about retiring your pompoms for this chick or what?  And by pompom I mean your balls, just so there is no confusion.” Teddy laughed.

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Hell Yeah!  This woman's got my balls, my dick and my ass in check.  If I can just get her away from this douche that she's strung out on.  I'd marry her ass tomorrow.”  Christian nods as he takes a big sip of his second beer.

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Hold up, she got a man?  Are you serious? Are you even getting any pussy on the regular?”

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No, but I am close. She’s trying to figure some shit out and I don’t want to press her.”

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Nigga, close only counts in horseshoes and shit.”

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I mean she got a man but he's always traveling out of  state and shit.  So, she really don't even see him, but she's holding on to his ass cause he's got a little cash and he's got her mind twisted up with mind games and shit. So, she don’t want to fuck up her shit by sleeping with me. And I’m in it for more than a fuck. So, I’m going to be patient and let her figure out what she wants to do. Cause sooner or later he's going to fuck up enough that she'll get fed up. I stake my life on that bullshit.”

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If you want her ass, just take her.  Don't sit here and whine about some other nigga who occasionally chooses to plow that field.  Stamp your name in that pussy every night and let the fur fly wherever it lands.”

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Hell, that dumb ass, fool doesn't even know I'm prospecting his field.  The nigga's too busy planting everybody else farm, except his own.  I'm about to tell his stupid ass to just move the fuck on.” Christian laughs.

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Don't talk to that nigga.  Talk to that pussy.  Tell that pussy who it belongs to it.  Tell that pussy who loves it and who takes good care of it.  Put your face down there and talk to that pussy until it talks back to you.  Do that and the pussy will tell your girl to tell that limp dick bitch to hit the fuckin bricks, quick.” 

Christian
laughs uncontrollably. Well, in retrospect it was funny. Teddy was so out of touch with reality and his situation with Queen that it never once crossed his mind that he could possibly be the limp dick bitch that they were talking about. Naturally, he knew that Queen was an extraordinarily beautiful woman and that men vied for her attention every single day. It just never occurred to him that Christian was one of them. In Teddy's mind he had one and only one  rival for the throne of Queen's heart and that was Logic. Little did he know that he sealed his own fate when he demanded that Queen stop fuckin around with him. Queen's sexual relationship with Logic came to an abrupt end and Christian immediately took his place in line and his turn as king and the keeper of Queen's panties.

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I know that shit is right.  I didn't really look at it that way.  So, I don't even need to convince my girl to get rid of his ass?  I just have to get Pretty Kitty on my side.  Let her talk to her owner for me.  Cause we all know that when the pussy talks, the bullshit got to walk.”

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You got that shit right.  Talk to that pussy.  Hell, sing to that pussy if you have to.  If you get Pretty Kitty to fall in love with you, you're in there. I don’t give a fuck how much money that nigga got. That nigga could be as rich as me, I bet you she’ll send his ass packing.”

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You're right. I've been going about it all wrong.  Here I am sending flowers, taking her out and cooking for her and shit and she is still strung out on that simple nigga.”

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That just means that when Farmer Brown finally does come to town he is plowing the hell out of that field!  That nigga’s planting corn, lima beans, cotton and tobacco.  He's got her pussy in his pocket and until you get it in yours you ain't got shit coming, nigga. Well except a box of tissues, assortment of lotions and a hard ass dick to contend with.”

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You're probably right.  Cause she ain't trying to trade that nigga in for a better model.  And I know that God didn't make them any finer than me.  I just couldn't understand what the hell was up.”

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What’s up is that she got a good thing and she knows it. She’s got you strung out on her- slipping and tripping over her phat ass. She does have a phat ass doesn't she?”

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Oh the phatist. Ass so fine it'll make you thank her father for being born.”

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Oh so she's like Queen one of those onion booties. Ass so fine it makes you cry every time it walks away from you.”

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Exactly! You know exactly what I'm talking about.”