Though he couldn’t remember everything, there were occasional flashes of his night with Stacy. Her warm mouth and moist pussy would be etched in his brain for a long time. Paul felt like shit and Larry’s nonchalant attitude wasn’t helping. He really wanted to be good to Marlene, but it seemed like every time he turned around he was fucking it up. She had been a good chick and didn’t deserve to be shitted on. The damage couldn’t be undone, but he would make sure it didn’t happen again. Or so he hoped.

“So where the hell are we going anyway?” Paul asked, noticing that Larry hadn’t gotten on the Queensborough Bridge.

“Just be cool, my nigga. I wanna show you something.” Larry cut under the tracks of the 7 train and turned into Silver Cup Studios. The young black dude manning the security booth nodded and waved them into a parking spot. Paul looked around at the hangar-type structures and wondered what the hell Larry was about to get him into.

“What up, Seth?” Larry got out and gave the security guard a pound. “This is the dude I was telling you about.” Larry nodded toward Paul, who was still in the car.

“Cool, cool. Come on, we gotta do this quick,” Seth said, heading for the main building. Larry followed and motioned for Paul to do the same.

They entered the building, getting second looks from some of the employees but no one bothered them. After walking the length of a winding hallway they found themselves standing in front of a fire door. Paul opened his mouth to say something, but Larry waved at him to be quiet. When Seth popped the door, he led them onto one of the small sets located within Silver Cup.

“What do you think?” Larry asked Paul.

“Think about what?” Paul asked, confused.

Larry sucked his teeth. “The space, fool.”

“I guess its okay. What do you plan on doing with it?”

“I’m not doing anything with it, but you are. Seth is gonna fix it so that we can use this place for a night to put on a little exhibition. You’re finally gonna get a chance to showcase your work!” Larry said proudly.

Paul’s eyes got as big as saucers. “Larry, are you bullshitting me?”

“Man, I wouldn’t even play with you like that, knowing how you feel about your work. This is official tissue. The chick I fuck with downtown is tied in with some rich crackers. She gonna invite some of them down here to get a first look at the works of Harlem’s latest sensation. I didn’t wanna say anything until I was sure we could pull it off.”

“I don’t believe it!” Paul said, grabbing Larry in a bear hug. “If you was a chick, I’d kiss you on the mouth!”