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“Ok. So I don’t want you to be the crazy cat lady for the rest of your life,” Cassie said, nudging her friend with her shoulder.
“I just don’t know if I’m ready to get back out there,” Natasha replied. “James and I were high school sweethearts. I haven’t dated since I was fifteen. That was sixteen years ago. I don’t even think I knowhowto date anymore.”
“Easy. A handsome man asks you out. You say yes. You go out to dinner, maybe downtown somewhere. You make another date and repeat as necessary.”
“That sounds like directions you find on a shampoo bottle, nothow-todate successfully directions. I don’t even know where tomeetmen that are single, much less single, attractive and not creepy.”
“Maybe I can help.”
“Can you magically make one of those appear out of thin air?”
“No, but I bet Jamal can.”
“Me? Go out with an NBA player? No way!” Natasha said incredulously. “Those guys are way out of my league.”
Cassie looked at her friend. “Seriously, Nat? You didnotjust say that to me.”
“What?”
“That an NBA player is way too good for you. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have legs for miles, hair that should be on a shampoo commercial and the coolest gray eyes I’ve ever seen. Any guy who doesn’t think you are a hottie is an idiot.”
Natasha self-consciously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You think so?”
“Iknowso. I’ve seen the way Mr. Nichols looks at you when he brings his kids to school every day,” she said with a wink.
“Ewwwww!” Natasha said, wrinkling her nose. “He is so disgusting!”
Mr. Nichols was the probably forever single man who had a child in almost every grade of the school. He often smelled like a combination of body odor and last night’s takeout.
“He isveryinvolved in his children’s education,” Cassie teased. “That’s saying something.”
“Maybe he should be focused less on his children’s education and more on his personal hygiene,” Natasha muttered. “He’s gross.”
Cassie let out a laugh. She agreed with her friend. “There are plenty other fathers who check you out, I promise.Come on! Let’s do it. School is out for Christmas break tomorrow. Why don’t we go on Saturday?”
Natasha rolled her eyes. “Fine. You can try to see if Jamal can find someone for me to go out with. But we have to go withyou twoor it’s a no go.”
“That works for me! I’m excited. Just you wait. This guy will love you just like all of us and all of your class does, too.”
“We shall see,” Natasha said skeptically. “Now, let’s go get our kids from music. Today was music making day with the instrument of one’s choice. I bet Mrs. Walker has a headache the size of the Grand Canyon.”
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“Can I ask you for a favor?” Jamal and Cassie were sitting on the couch in his living room, Cassie curled up in her favorite blanket.
“Sure,” he said, pulling her feet out from underneath the blanket so he could rub them, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.
“If you do that much longer, I’ll be the one doingyoufavors,” she said, her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Promise?” he asked.
“Mmmmm-hmmm,” she said, wiggling her toes in his hand.
Jamal laughed. “So what’s the favor? Or has my foot rub rendered you incoherent?”
“Oh, yeah. The favor,” Cassie said, raising her right hand in the air and waving it around. “Natasha needs a date.”
“Who’s Natasha?”
