Q laughed along with Tender. Deep down, he knew that he was making her day. And that she was feeling him. One of the things he dug about her was, he could say almost anything out of his mouth and nothing seemed to offend her. She took everything in stride and blew nothing out of proportion. If anything, she came back at him with a one-liner of her own. Armed with the knowledge that almost nothing offended her, and what she did for a living, Q decided to try his hand. He was about to ask her to do him a big favor. He’d definitely make it worth her while, by compensating her with cash.

Dinner was served, and their meal was delicious. Just as Tender’s taste buds were getting accustomed to the seasoning of the food, it was gone. Now she knew why he frequented this restaurant; the food wasn’t bad at all.

Besides the food, Tender thought Q looked edible. She wouldn’t mind sinking her teeth into him, she thought. His braids really turned her on. She’d love to one day do them herself, she told him before. Just for the pleasure of running her fingers through his hair. Though he had an idea, Tender didn’t really think how much he knew she was feeling him. How wet he got her. How she longed for him.

“Dig, Tee,” he began, laying down his rap. “listen at me fa a second. I’m throw dis hypothetical question at you. Before you answer, give it some thought. Let it marinate in ya brain fa a li’l while. Let it bounce off da walls before you try ta catch it ….”

“Must you be so dramatic? Jus’ skip da bull. And let me have it,” she complained.

“See, dat’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Hush up when a playa iz rappin’,” he joked. “Now where was I? … Oh, yeah … you listenin’? …”

“Yeah, ga ’head,” she replied, anxious to hear what he had to say.

“If you had a significant otha. What I mean by dat iz, boyfriend, mate, booty call or whateva you wanna call ’im, and you wuz really, really, really feelin’ dat cat, then to what extremes would you go ta please him?? Would you go da whole nine yards or stop at eight? Would you do anything and everything within ya woman duties ta see to it dat dis man wuz sexually satisfied? Or would he have to look elsewhere fa fulfillment? …” He went on spreading his rhetoric.

He continued. “… If you wuz really feelin’ ’im like you claim, would you do da damn thang?”

Without a moment’s hesitation she spoke, knowing that he was indirectly talking to her. And the two people in question were them.