“I don’t have a lot of people coming over to my house at night,” she told me. I guess I was an exception, but I didn’t comment on it. I looked around and was impressed. Her home was clean, furnished, carpeted, decorated, and all in order. I had the wrong perceptions about her just because she was still there in the ’hood.

She was wearing a silky pink nightgown and pink slippers. Without her hat on and her tall boots, she looked extra young again. She had a small head with short hair.

I joked and said, “I guess I don’t have to ask what your favorite color is.”

She chuckled at it. “Oh, all this pink. It’s just my color for the year. I tend to pick theme colors each year,” she told me. “So next year I might buy a whole lot of beige.”

I took a seat on her multicolored couch and didn’t know what to do. I had lost my hard-on and natural aggression thinking about whether I should or shouldn’t. Theresa seemed just as cautious.

She said, “Umm…I have a confession to make.”

That made my heart race a little faster. What was she about to say?

“What’s that?” I asked her.

She said, “I’m a little nervous about this. I mean, I know what I was thinking when I saw you today. But once I gave you my number, I said, ‘He ain’t gon’ call.’ So when you called, I got a little bit excited. But now…I mean…I don’t really get down like this.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was about to get turned down again. So I just started smiling. I guess it was good for me. My streak was over.

I said, “The first thing I thought about was your brother.”

She said, “I know, right? Seems like he’s watching us or something.”

“Maybe,” I told her. However, she didn’t appear to have any clothes on under her pink nightgown.

I said, “So, you weren’t nervous about gettin’ naked though, huh?”

“Oh, naw, I’m proud of my body. I had my daughter and went up to a hundred and sixty pounds, then I got right back down to one-eighteen.” She even lifted her stuff up and showed me her flat stomach. That was the wrong thing to do. After I saw how tight her body was, I wanted to dig into her right there on her living room floor. She even had a diamond ring in her navel.

“That’s ah…pretty tight,” I told her. All of a sudden, I could feel my pants getting tight again.

I asked her, “Can I see that again?”

She looked and smiled at me. “I don’t think I should,” she told me. Then she said, “You let me see what you got. You’re the model, right? I’m just a regular girl.”

We were going down the wrong road of temptation. Both of us.

I stood up from the sofa and showed her my chest and abs anyway.