Slim

Carrie had been dating Jerome for six months now. Six months of idyllic sex and fun. She knocked on the door, waiting for her boyfriend to come greet her. She pushed her tits out, closing her eyes and pursing her lips. But it wasn't Jerome that answered. It was an eighteen year old youth, all arrogance and superiority.

"Well, if you wanted a kiss, I'm the wrong man for that," he said, giving Carrie a slick smile. "I'd do some stuff my Uncle won't though."

His name was Laquan Washington, but he went by Slim. Jerome didn't particularly care for him, but he was family. He pushed his nephew to the side.

"Sorry, Carrie, he's a bit of a brat. He just showed up out of the blue about thirty minutes ago, so I didn't have a chance to tell you. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be sorry -- any family of yours is family of mine," Carrie said sweetly.

***

They ate dinner. Slim eluded all small talk. He focused on his phone, while Carrie and Jerome talked. Finally, he put the phone down.

"You know Uncle ... you got a nice life here. Nice pool. Nice house. Even got yourself a white woman. I'm envious, really." A chill developed real quick.

"Why don't we go take a walk, Carrie," Jerome said. "Let this little brat cool his heels."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Jerome." She made one mistake. She left her cell phone behind, and opened. After she left, Slim added his information as a contact, and called him from her phone so he'd have her number. And then he went to go hang out with some of his buddies. This girl could wait a night.