Reflections Beyond the Mirror

By Feltus Lee

Noted architect Jamal Jameson and award winning TV news reporter Tory Carter, friends since childhood, are faced with the challenge of controlling their appetite for the opposite sex. As former star collegiate athletes and now handsome single black professionals, meeting women has never been a problem. With a flair for artful conversation, they float like sexual butterflies from one leaf to another. Commitment has always been outside their flight pattern.
Jamals romantic and compassionate personality captures hearts, yet unexpectedly, he begins to question his revolving door policy.
Torys handsome, egotistical persona drives his need to cover as many women as he does news stories. For him, it is the only way to live.
Philosophical differences push their lifelong friendship as Jamal realizes through a chance meeting with a stranger, that his way of relating to women is as shallow as his best friend and that his way of dealing with them has lacked the most important ingredient

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 17, 2002
• ISBN: 9781465327192

Feltus Lee

Born an inner-city product, Feltus Lee is a native of New Orleans, whose metamorphosis encompasses a journey through the teaching ranks to becoming an award winning television news photographer whose eye on enlightenment and need to write stories that entertain and educate have become his mission of choice.

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REFLECTIONS

BEYOND THE

MIRROR

Feltus Lee

Copyright © 2001 by Feltus Lee.

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Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

FORWARD

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

PRIMORDIAL CIRCLE

chapter one

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

To my family and friends who persevered with me to the end, Lonnie Hewitt and Ron Domin, who gave me the architectural edge, television news for showing me the insanity within, Dr. D. for her cutting edge, Travis for his artistic eye and everyone in our society for living the way you do. My deepest thanks and appreciation, for you opened the door to evolutionary growth. Without you this work could not have happened.

FORWARD

The Human Equation: A relationship game

Somewhere along my primordial swing through the trees of history, I realized that the Human Equation is a complex group of formulas and equations used by the mind to construct a way of relating to the opposite sex. Fueled by our genealogy, environment and personality traits, it swirls in a cauldron of molten concepts that hardens into how we relate to each other. The development of a happy and loving relationship is one of life’s greatest challenges. Everyone would like it to be perfect, but how close we come to that personal ideal is dependent on compatibility and the will to overcome our respective shortcomings. Plugging in the proper formulas with the ones we think we love are major keys to success.

If we open our minds and develop the discipline to understand the opposite sex, as well as ourselves, then appreciation for our differences becomes a major step in raising the level of performance. Some have worked hard to achieve this goal, while some have not … Where do you fit?

The Author

PROLOGUE

In the human equation, achievement breeds success as success brings attention, resulting in adulation from all that appreciate those who achieve.

Jamal Jameson and Tory Carter have spent their lives thriving on success. The desire to be good was the fuel that fired their lives to greater heights. Best friends since childhood, Jamal was raised in a nurturing family whose acceptance of Tory as one of their own helped offset the dysfunctional family life he experienced at home. The tutorage of Jamal‘s parents helped them overcome black male stereotypes, achieving academic excellence in high school, while becoming star basketball players. Highly recruited by the college ranks, they maintained their level of performance as starting guards, while hitting the books and keeping their averages well above 3.0 in architecture and broadcast journalism.

Spoiled by the attention that notoriety and success drew from female schoolmates, they capitalized on every opportunity to use their good looks and star power to float from one woman to another.

As their professional lives unfold, Tory climbs the ladder to further stardom. His brash, self-centered and egotistical persona fit the profile of his industry, as he becomes an award winning television news reporter. His eye on capturing an anchor position is surpassed only by his desire to bed the women he encounters.

Jamal gains recognition as one of the most sought after architects in the city as he drives his architectural firm to greater heights of achievement. His personal life soars as well; as he applies his introspective personality to the women he meets. His sensitive and honest style makes him an intriguing companion to women, which gives him the impression that he‘s different from the whorishness of Tory. Yet, monogamy and true commitment are not part of his vocabulary, until one day, something happens that makes him think his perception of himself might just be wrong.

CHAPTER ONE

The bright red carpet bore the weight of the overflow, as shoes of the standing room only crowd etched their outline in the plush fibers below. People stood shoulder to shoulder, as they lined the bar in attire ranging from dressy casual to total fashion statement. Some sipped alcohol in an effort to lower inhibitions, while others inhaled cigarettes, in a vain attempt to look cool and quell the nicotine beast’s insatiable desire for more. The candlelights on the tabletops flickered incessantly, highlighting the raptured faces of those who arrived early enough to secure a seat and enjoy the euphoria that was jazz.

The Oval Club was filled with devoted jazz lovers, whose passion for the music was unquenchable. Heads bobbed and swayed, while toes tapped and fingers snapped, as the gathering jammed to an upbeat tune that kept everyone floating on every note. As the Roy Hargrove Septet reached its crescendo, the group finished to a standing ovation. With smiles and a simple nod of appreciation, the group quickly slid into a soft, rhythmic ballad of sensual sounds that set the stage for pleasant encounters. Periods of listening were interspersed with conversation, as people talked in groups of two or more, on topics that ran the gamut of human interests.

Tory Carter and Jamal Jameson soaked up their surroundings.

On this night, jazz may have been the stimulant, but women were the main menu and dining was the order of the day. Experience had taught them that, to see and be seen, there was only one place to be. They positioned themselves at a table near the oasis known as the ladies powder room, for they knew that every woman would answer the call that beckoned them all. Jamal and Tory‘s good looks and expensive suits drew the attention of the women who made their pilgrimage to the female mecca. Smiles and head nods were exchanged with those that passed by, as these two best friends analyzed their two great passions, jazz and women. As outstanding college athletes and now professionally successful single men, gaining women‘s attention had never been a problem and, as usual, their intentions were slightly less than honorable.

Jamal sat with his eyes closed. His face was a study in relaxed concentration, as his head swayed with the rhythm. His finger tapped the top of the table as he listened to the beat of the song‘s three/four cadence. When he felt the grasp of his arm, he opened his eyes, turning his head slowly. As he looked at his friend, his expression was one of consternation at being disturbed while listening to a tune he obviously enjoyed. His brow wrinkled a bit as the corners of his mouth creased with dismay.

„JJ, what do you think?" Tory asked. He knew Jamal was deeply engrossed in the music at that point and wasn‘t pleased with the interruption, but he didn‘t care. That’s what friends were for, he thought, to take the playful aggravation. Besides, they had agreed that tonight’s main mission was the chase. Music was a secondary issue.

The sigh of exasperation Jamal gave off was more pretending than real, as he looked Tory in the eyes. About what? The dry-ness of his question showed a playful disinterest.

That! Tory’s head nodded in the direction of a woman that sat at a table across the room. Her long brown hair was pulled back behind her ear, revealing an elongated neckline that gave Tory ideas of sensuality. Her rather regal, high maintenance appearance excited him.

Jamal glanced to his left, making eye contact with Tory. His head leaned in the direction of the woman in question, „Her, the one with the dangling gold earrings?"

Tory‘s head nodded in affirmation. „Yeah her!"

„I noticed her a while ago, Jamal responded. „She passed us when she went to the ladies room. Not bad … he said casually. „But … nah, not my type."

„Damn, I missed that. I didn‘t see her pass us. I must be slipping, because they all pass here at some point. Well anyway, I really like it. It‘s got all of that, plus."

„You‘re right Tory, she‘s definitely your style, a real show piece. Far too much for me." Jamal knew he could capture women like that, but he didn‘t like the baggage they usually brought with them.

„Brother, you never reach for the heavens, Tory stated. „You just stay in the middle of the road. You can‘t handle ‚em with a high profile.

„Yeah, well that‘s the difference between you and me, brother, I like substance … and you like flash and dash."

„That‘s true I do. I guess beauty begets beauty and since I‘m better looking than you, he said smugly, „I deserve the best looking women. But enough of this idle chatter, I‘m going to dash my ass over there and flash my beautiful black self all over that delicious honey.

Jamal smiled as he watched his best friend go into action. Their playful banter didn‘t bother him in the least. While he didn‘t carry the level of conceit that Tory did, he was very comfortable with his looks and ability to attract the opposite sex.

Tory eased his tall frame gracefully through the crowd. His style was smooth and sophisticated, exuding self-confidence to the point of cockiness. He had a real flair for capturing women‘s attention. Jamal could see him change positions around the room, casing and stalking like a cheetah in pursuit of prey, gaining and yet evading her occasional glances.

Tory was a man on his mission. Jamal, on the other hand, wasn‘t. As he sat in this crowded nightlife watering hole, he felt rather detached from the surroundings. There was some disenchantment, but why he felt that way escaped him. He was enjoying the music, but for some reason, the idea of chasing women wasn‘t very appealing.

Tory found a nook to wedge into, pushing the shoulders of other jazz patrons apart, as he leaned casually against the bar. He sipped his drink surreptitiously. His glance rested intensely on the woman in question, waiting to read her body language as his eyes scrutinized every aspect of her persona. His mouth salivated as he looked at her bare shoulders and crisscross-strapped black gown which plunged down her back, stopping a hair above the crease of her derriere. He didn‘t have long to wait for her message. As her head turned, their eyes locked for an instant. She quickly looked away, but her brief smile gave Tory the signal he wanted. He stayed in position, anticipating their next eye contact. When it came, he knew she had an interest. He decided to change his location to see her reaction. When she looked again, he noticed her surprise in finding him no longer there. As her eyes scanned the room to see where he could have gone, Tory decided to make his move.

„Excuse me, I hope I‘m not disturbing you?" Tory said as he began his pursuit.

„No, not at all," she replied, as she looked away to avoid showing interest too quickly. She had noticed him notice her from across the room. His eyes had sought her out from every point in the club and she liked the attention. She sensed a real chemistry between them.

„My name is Tory and yours is… ?" he asked as his smile displayed pearly white teeth that twinkled in the soft lighting.

„I‘m Adrianne."

„Adrianne, um, that‘s a very pretty name for a very pretty lady and how did such a pretty lady get to have a table all by herself at this overflow event."

„Thanks for the compliment, she said blushing. Her eyes scanned his excellent choice in ties and how his suit showed off his broad shoulders. „I guess I was just lucky to get the table and as for my name, I was named after my great-grandmother. She was a kind and wonderful woman, and I‘m proud to be named after her.

„Really? That‘s interesting. So you kept it in the family didn‘t you?"

„Yeah, we try to keep family ties and traditions as much as possible." she told him.

„That‘s great, Adrianne, some of us Black folks don‘t do enough of that tradition family type stuff. I‘m proud to see that yours does."

„You don‘t think so? Your family doesn‘t, Tory?" She was intrigued now. Not only was this man to-die-for fine, but seemed to show some intellect. Tory had stopped his circling, he saw an opening appear and knew that the catch was near.

„No, unfortunately, my family is not very close. We fight over a lot of things. I wish it were different but … he paused for a moment to deepen her attention before he changed gears. „Let‘s just say that we hate each other. It‘s a rather depressing subject Adrianne, and this is a festive occasion, so can we change the conversation. He really didn‘t want to discuss his family and their dysfunctional relationship.

„OK, Tory, she said with some disappointment. „We can talk about something else if it makes you feel better.

There was a brief pause as the two looked deeply into each other‘s eyes. Tory pondered his next point of attack. This was one gorgeous woman and he knew he had to capture her mind before reaching the main goal of gaining her body. „I work in television, I‘m a news reporter." His ego stepped forward for he fully expected her to recognize him for the award-winning journalist he was.

„Really, I thought you looked familiar. What TV station? „WKPU.

„That sounds like an interesting job. You must really enjoy it."

„Sometimes its the greatest thing in the world, covering the mayor, the governor, current events, meeting people from all walks of life … other times it‘s a real pain in the ass. Putting up with idiot news directors, listening to inept assignment editors, covering stories you know have little news value, yet we‘re forced to make them newsworthy by our tabloid styled leaders. At that point, he eased up on his intensity. „Well I guess that tells you how I feel about my profession. So tell me, what do you do?

„I‘m a physical therapist."

„ What‘s that like?" he asked as he began to go in for the kill.

„It‘s a great career, she said with a smile. „I really love helping people overcome injuries and physical problems. It gives me a sense of purpose. Improving people‘s lives is very important to me. On the other hand, there are negative changes taking place in the medical industry and …

„Excuse me, I hate to cut you off, but I have to ask you something personal."

„What‘s that?" she responded. She was quite intrigued by his abruptness.

„In my business, I see a lot of people and I was wondering …" he paused to catch her in his verbal snare.

„What… ? You can ask me anything."

At this point he knew the snare had been sprung. „Well … have you ever been arrested? She was startled and somewhat insulted by the question. „Adrianne, he said softly in his rumbling baritone voice, „you must have been, because it has to be against the law for a woman to be as beautiful as you are."

The smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes told all. The quiver of excitement cut to her core. This man‘s style was definitely to her liking and she was anxious to see more. „Do you think all women should be arrested?" she asked as she tried to recover.

„No, just you … because it‘s certainly a crime for you to melt my heart from across the room with just a casual glance." Her reactions told him that the ice had melted and her guard was down.

Jamal sat quietly at his table surveying the scene around him. He could see that things were going well for Tory. He and the lady seemed totally engrossed. His friend was working his usual magic. As the Septet broke into their version of O MY SEH YEH, he settled back in his chair to enjoy the delight of the moment. His mind floated on the trumpet solo, as Hargrove took the tune down a haunting improvisational journey that wouldn’t let Jamal go. His consciousness drifted off into space, making him feel like a feather floating on air. He had lost all contact with the people around him, until he heard a voice call from what seemed like another world.

Sir, sir … excuse me sir, said the waitress standing next to him.

He opened his eyes, this time, feeling true agitation at being disturbed. His facial expression showed his displeasure as he looked at her.

Sorry for disturbing you, sir. You really seem into the performance, but this is for you.

Oh? The surprise drink took the edge off his anger as he tried to figure out who it came from.

Yes sir, from the lady sitting at the table over there.

Jamal’s eyes shifted to focus on the woman in question. She was attractive, but not glamorous. He liked that in a woman. When their eyes met, Jamal signaled thanks for the drink but made no other move. Her smile was her most engaging quality he noticed. He couldn’t see her figure, but the dress she was wearing seemed a pleasant sight from his vantage point. Jamal’s attention shifted back to the musicians as the saxophone player’s improvisational rifts pulled him back into the nether world of sound that had held him in suspension.

So, this is how a gentleman shows his appreciation? was whispered in Jamal’s ear. As he opened his eyes again, he found his benefactor standing next to him. Her radiant smile was even more alluring up close.

No, I can show appreciation in many ways. He glanced downward to offer her a seat, while taking the opportunity to soak up the excitement of a beautiful dress that covered a truly stunning figure. Let me introduce myself, my name’s Jamal.

I’m Sandra, she said as she extended her hand to meet his.

Well Sandra, first of all, let me thank you for the drink.

You’re welcome.

The couple studied each other physically. Sandra loved the warm brown skin that covered his six-foot plus frame. She knew he was tall because she had watched him ever since he came in the club. She could also tell there was a lot of chiseled muscle underneath his neatly tailored suit. At the same time he admired how attractive her short hairstyle looked on her.

Secondly, I’d love to know why I deserve your gift?

You mean the drink? Because yours looked like it needed to be freshened.

Jamal leaned toward her slightly. His smile was warm and endearing, No, I meant the gift of your attention. Surely, a woman like you is far more deserving than a wretch like me.

She was intrigued by the way he downplayed himself. So does that mean that you’re not worthy? You don’t seem like a wretch. You don’t look despicable or vile to me, she said with a smile.

No. It’s not what I think that counts, only your opinion matters. I’m just honored to be considered by a woman as attractive as you. His response was a complete surprise to her. It was not what she had expected, but her blush displayed how flattered she was.

What an unusually sweet thing to say. You’ve made my evening.

Have I really? he asked. Well, dear lady, if that’s the case, then hopefully I can live up to it and improve on the rest of the evening.

His gaze transfixed Sandra. As their eyes locked, his seemed to penetrate her soul. The quartet’s melodies caressed the clubs patrons, dancing about the couples, as their conversations danced in harmony. Tory and Jamal glanced at each other from across the room and instantly recognized the others success.

You know, Tory, I really enjoy talking to you. You make great conversation, Adrianne told him.

I’m great at many things. Tory’s smile showed his self-confidence. This jazz set is great, but why don’t we go and talk some place a little more intimate?

I’d like that, she said with a twinkle in her eye, and maybe we could read about those volleyball scores you were telling me about.

That would be a pleasure, he said with a broad grin. There’s nothing more exciting than reading about volleyball.

Jamal noticed Tory place a coat over his conquest’s shoulders and as they walked toward the door, he watched as Tory kissed her hand. The smile that followed his old-fashioned act, told Jamal that the trap had been sprung and dinner was being served.

Sandra watched the scene as well and quickly grasped the outcome. It seems that someone really likes your friend.

It does, doesn’t it?

Are you two good friends?

As Jamal watched them walk out he said, „We‘re like family … He paused to look at her. „We grew up together, we went to school together, we played ball together, shared life‘s experiences together, but then … well never mind.

Her curiosity was peaked by the way he ended his statement. Her head leaned forward slightly as she asked, „What‘s the, never mind about? Is there something wrong?"

Nothing.

But, you seem to be bothered by …

No, it’s nothing, he said cutting her off in a casual manner. Tory and I are different in some ways, but I’d give him the shirt off my back if he needed it. He’s the brother I never had. We’re very close, but speaking of close, Sandra, what’s close to you?

Oh … jazz, art, sports.

Sports, really? Are you a participant or a fan?

Oh, I like to get involved in things.

Like what?

Well, I like to do aerobics, swim … you know, stuff like that.

So you’re active, I like that in a woman.

I like it in a man and from the looks of you, I’d say you stay in shape yourself.

Does it show? he asked with a smile. His question was rhetorical, for while he appreciated the compliment, he knew that his body had all the sex appeal necessary for most women.

It certainly does. You wear that suit well.

Thank you, Sandra, I guess you could say I’m serious about fitness. Being active is very important to me. I love weight training and running. That keeps me fit for my first love.

And what’s that?

Basketball, I played in college and I’ve never lost the desire to play the game. I guess that makes me somewhat unusual for people in my profession, but tell me more about your love of jazz.

What do you want to know?

Well, do you love it as much as I do?

I don’t know how much you love it, but I love the freedom, the improvisation, the intellectualism and spiritual expressions that it brings to the music. There are times when it’s all I want to hear. So … tell me, where would you place your love for it?

Umm. I’d say I’m right with you on everything you said. I love the stimulation of change it brings. Most people simply react to music but I enjoy musical progressions that make me think as well as act. Its depth never ceases to amaze me. It transcends popular music, because it uses every technical aspect that music has to offer and challenges musicians to play at the highest level. I think it’s black folks greatest gift to the arts.

So who’s tops on your list, Sandra asked.

Coltrane, Miles and the Duke have to be at the front of the pack. Those guys did such great work. I never get tired of their music. What about you?

I love the greats too, but the young lions are doing some excellent work these days.

You know Sandra, you’re a fascinating woman. Tell me, what else do you do?

I read a lot and when there’s time a good chess game is very enjoyable.

Chess! he said in awe as his mouth fell open. A female chess player. I’m dumbfounded.

Yes, she said with concern. Is there something wrong with a woman playing chess?

No, no … quite the contrary. That’s great. I play chess myself and would love to play a game with you sometime. As a matter of fact, I think there are quite a few things we have in common and if you wanted, we could share in quite a few wonderful experiences.

You know I get the same feeling and to be honest, I thought that way from the beginning. When I saw you, I knew there was something special.

Did you?

Uh-huh!

At that point, their smiles told the story. They were locked in the embrace of their conversation.

YES, YES,YES,YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! Ohhh yes baby yes… ! Damn Tory, I never knew they scored so much in volleyball, she said with an extremely satisfied look on her face.

Tory’s kiss was soft and deep, his hug firm, yet sensitive. As their lips parted Tory smiled, And I bet you didn’t know they scored at the same time either.

No I didn’t! Can we read the volleyball scores again?

We can read as often as you like. Oh look here’s a page we haven’t read yet. Tory’s tongue began to read scores along the lines of her left nipple and at that point, the game was on again.

The phone rang repeatedly, but there was no answer. It continued to ring until finally someone stirred. Tory’s eyes slowly opened and awareness began to creep in to his brain.

Damn, the phone he thought to himself. Hello, who’s this?

Wake up, you worthless sack of shit. It’s that time. You ready? Jamal knew Tory was asleep and he knew why.

Ugh, I’m up but not ready. Give me a while, Jamal, I’ll be a little late.

Come on brother, we got business to ‘tend’ to. Suck it up.

That’s the problem JJ, I did … all of it.

Jamal chuckled, All right TC just get there as soon as you can. We need you man.

Tory hung up the phone and slowly turned over. As he began to rise his movement stirred Adrianne.

Where ya’ going, baby?

Oh, I’ve got a meeting to attend and I’m late, so why don’t you sleep in and I will be back in a couple of hours to whip up brunch for the two of us. Tory’s naked body walked toward the shower and as he did, Adrianne studied the muscular frame that had driven her to orgasmic heights.

O.K. Tory, I do need to recuperate from last nights action. I’ll just lay here and count sheep till you get back.

You do that and I promise I’ll make it worth your while when I return.

Promises, promises she said as she smiled broadly.

Tory looked back and said, Don’t worry, the deliveryman always delivers. As he went into the shower, she closed her eyes and drifted off, dreaming of things to come.

CHAPTER TWO

Watch the pick … watch the pick … switch, switch… . take it, it’s yours. Jamal dribbled around one defender and pulled up to launch an eighteen-foot jumper over the out stretched hands of a taller defender. The ball took a high arcing path before plummeting downward.

Swish, Tory yelled, Hell of a shot baby! You nailed that one from the corner … damn good shot. High fives went around as the teammates congratulated each other. It was the weekly basketball game and Tory and Jamal had given their usual lessons in on court magic.

Yeah, Jamal said, „that one felt right on release. I knew I was going to drain that one and good thing too, ‚cause you couldn‘t throw a fish in the ocean with help from a Seeing Eye dog."

Well, there is a reason for that, Tory responded sheepishly.

Good game fellas, they had us for a while, said their teammate Ricky, but you pulled us out in the end, JJ.

As Kenny and Billy joined them, Billy said, This win makes us tied for the division lead, boys. If we keep this pace up, we’ve got a lock on the championship. Everybody agreed with his statement as they headed for the locker room.

Next week’s game is going to be really tough, said Kenny.

We are going to have to improve our perimeter shooting to offset their big man in the middle. He gave us a lot of trouble the last time we played against ‘em.

You’re right, Ken said Jamal. „We‘re definitely going to need our outside game and that means you Tory. Next week you better get your ass to bed at a decent hour so you can take care of business."

Tory smiled at his teammates and said, „Don‘t worry guys, I‘ll be ready next week. I promise I‘ll be as good on the court as I was in bed with my lady of the evening."

„Oh boy, that means we‘ve lost already," said Billy as the group stripped down to shower.

„Damn, this water is hot, Kenny roared, „but it sure feels good on this old body.

„Old is right, Kenny," shouted Rick as the usual locker room insults began to fill the air. Since Kenny was the oldest on the team and somewhat sensitive about it, he was always a ripe target for the group to attack. Billy seized his opportunity to strike.

„Ancient is more like it. Back when you started playing weren‘t you and your Neanderthal brothers using boulders instead of balls?"

Kevin smiled as he soaked up the hits and fired back, „Well, at least the balls I play with on the court of love have always been appreciated by women across the world. Too bad they don‘t feel the same way when they‘re with you."

The playful ribbing rose in concert as the guys tried to establish bedroom superiority. The banter began to reach a crescendo, when Tory walked over to Jamal who was shaving quietly.

„What‘s up JJ? You‘re mighty quiet this morning."

Jamal glanced over to his friend through a foggy mirror, „I‘m just trying not to cut my throat while I shave in this mist. You‘d think that they would figure a way to fix this problem. Well anyway, how was last night Tory? I got the impression that your energy left you long before you got on the court."

„Yeah, it was. The woman I met just reached right in and pulled the plug on everything I had to offer. So I just reached in and pulled back. There was definitely a great sexual chemistry between us."

„So, did you ship her home this morning?"

„No, I told her I‘d be back to fix breakfast for her."

„Really, I guess her volleyball interest really did rise."

„Like I said, things rose all night long." They both laughed at Tory‘s comment. „Adrianne was a lot of fun to be with. We talked some and we screwed a lot. I was masterful. I had her saying words she didn‘t know she could say; in languages she didn‘t know she could speak, while hitting octaves she didn‘t know she could reach.

Jamal‘s left eyebrow rose as he looked at Tory, „Brother you da man."

„Yes I am," he said in his usually conceited way.

The two paused in conversation as their teammates began to say their good-byes. „See you next week" rang out as the other players headed for the door.

Kenny stuck his head back in and said, „Don‘t forget TC, get some rest Friday. We need you if we are going to win this one."

„Yes sir coach, Tory responded. He then turned to Jamal to throw in his question, „So how was your night? I know women don‘t call you Mr. Horn of Plenty for nothing. Did you give her your saddle and let her ride it?

„No."

„No! Why not? She wasn‘t willing? You didn‘t like her? She wasn‘t up to the task? What?" he asked in confusion.

Jamal looked at his reflection in the mirror. His head shifted from one shoulder to the other as he pondered his response. Shifting his eyes slowly towards Tory‘s reflection, he hunched his shoulders slightly. „I just didn‘t. We probably could have, he said calmly. „I think she would have been willing, I know I wanted to but … I just didn‘t press the issue.

„Come on brother, I know you are a master at closing the deal. I can‘t figure why you didn‘t."

„Well, you also know that our styles are different and I don‘t like to do things the same way all the time. I don‘t want to rush

Sandra. That‘s her name by the way. She‘s quite a woman. I was impressed with her poise and style. The conversation was great, but most of all, her intellect really struck me."

„But was she fine?"

„Ohhh hell yeah! But that‘s not the point, TC. Bodies can come and go, but great minds are worth their weight in gold. They last a lifetime and never lose their luster. We talked about all kinds of things we have in common. There‘s so much to learn with this woman, so I decided to wait and savor the flavor of her total package."

„Man that‘s deep … real deep … and you‘re fuckin‘ crazy! I would have jumped all over her and screwed her brains out."

Jamal looked at Tory for a moment and told him, „There‘s time, bruh … there‘s time."

The aroma of breakfast floating through the air caused a stir and the sizzle of bacon brought Adrianne slowly out of her deep sleep. As she rolled over in this very comfortable, yet strange bed, a sense of satisfaction and delight spread through her body. Memories of the previous night’s action made her smile as she thought of their passionate encounters and those thoughts brought on a desire for more. She realized that Tory was delivering part of his early morning promise and wondered if it would be fully completed as she walked toward the kitchen.

It sure does smell good in here, she said as her provocatively naked pose filled the doorway.

I hope it does, but why did you get up? I was planning to serve you breakfast in bed, he said as he scanned her exquisite figure.

She walked behind him as he stood over the stove and pressed her body against his. She nibbled at his ear, which brought an aroused groan. I’ve never had breakfast in bed, she told him. This is really special treatment for a girl.

That’s because special people deserve special treatment. Why don’t you curl up in bed and I’ll bring it to you in a couple of seconds.

O.K. baby, I’ll be waiting on you, she said as she firmly squeezed his crotch before leaving the room. Tory realized she had other intentions but despite his erection, he didn’t think he had the stamina to deliver. That bothered his ego, but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to try.

Here we go, he said as he brought it to her. I hope you like it.

I’m sure I will, baby, it smells so good I can’t wait to dig in. This is such a sweet thing to do. Adrianne’s smile told the story as she took her first bite. This is delicious. Just what a girl needs after a long night of exercise with you. So, how was the meeting? Did it involve work?

No, my friends and I play in a basketball league and games are played every Saturday morning. This was a big game in the race for the championship of the league, so I had to be there.

I wish you had told me, I would have come along. I love basketball, Adrianne told him. Did your team win?

Yes, we won. My boy, JJ, hit a basket with a few seconds left. The win puts us in a tie for first place.

Well that sounds like an even better reason to be there. I really wish you had brought me with you now. Just to sit and watch your sweating body run the court would be quite a turn on.

I didn’t know that you liked basketball. Next time I’ll take you along. I just didn’t feel there was a need for both of us to be worn out this afternoon, so I thought it was better for you to sleep.

So, are you worn out? she asked him.

Yes.

That’s too bad, because I was going to show you how I could dribble two basketballs at one time, she said as she reached in and caressed his in a way that brought things to attention. At that point Tory realized it was going to be a long, exhausting afternoon.

The checkout line was long. Jamal surveyed the other lines in the grocery store. They were all long, so he decided to stay where he was. He didn‘t have much to buy, but he realized he was going to have to put up with the fatigue he was feeling. He listened to the conversation of two women as they discussed the cover of a tabloid magazine. He smiled to himself when he heard one tell the other that she believed that the actress on the cover had actually had a baby for an alien. Jamal believed in the axiom to each their own but this was stretching his philosophy. He scanned the check out area to keep his mind entertained. People unloaded baskets, paid cashiers, pushed their carts from here to there and Jamal patiently waited his turn to get the heck out of there. The elderly woman behind him thumbed through her stack of coupons. Jamal saw one fall and reached down to pick it up for her.

„Excuse me Miss, you dropped this."

„Thank you, young man. That was nice of you, but I have tell you I‘m well past the stage of being called Miss. I‘m old enough to be your grandmother."

From the looks of her he knew that she had to be in her Seventies. „Really, you can‘t be a day over 19," he said with a big smile.

At that point she accepted his playful compliment and giggled back, „Well, I am just a day over 25."

„I never would have guessed, he said, „you age so well. They continued their laughter when Jamal noticed the cashier waiting for a manager to arrive. „Gee, first it‘s the long line, now it‘s a purchase problem. I can‘t seem to get out of here."

„That‘s what happens young man, when you come in on Saturday afternoon."

„You‘re right ma‘am. Usually I come in on weeknights, but today is an exception. I had to have this in a bad way. He looked around the room before asking, „Did you get everything you needed?

„I sure did. I‘m taken care of for the next two weeks."

„That‘s great ma‘am. I wish I …" Jamal paused, for as he watched the cashier count money, his vision shifted to what he thought was the best looking ass and thighs he had ever seen walk by. He quickly looked up to see what else was attached to that great rear end. His slow motion glimpse of hip length braids, neatly sculpted to a very symmetrical head that turned slowly to the left, showing a face that could only be described as a work of art, lit a fire in his soul. As other people came in, his vision was blocked as she turned out the door.

„Young man … young man, you‘re next," the old lady said as she tried to get his attention.

„Thanks. Jamal quickly stepped to the register. „Can you hurry, Miss, I‘m kind of in a hurry.

The cashier rolled her eyes at him and proceeded to slow her efforts. Jamal didn‘t even notice. He was too busy thinking about the shorts that had been spray-painted on an ass that had taken his breath away. He collected his change and hurried out the door to see if he could catch her before she drove away. As he got outside, his head swiveled around like a top. His eyes were in overdrive as he tried to catch a glimpse of her form.

Jamal stood in one spot for 5 minutes before he gave up. It was obvious she had escaped his pursuit. DAMN he said to himself in disgust. If he were a fisherman, he’d be talking about the one that got away. At this point, he could only hope that he would run into her again, someday, somewhere. As he got in his car and drove off, he didn’t think it would ever really happen.

The soft ring of the phone broke Jamal’s concentration. His eyes had been locked on his computer screen for several hours and the ring was a welcome respite from the intensity of his work. His neck, back and forearm had begun to tighten from sitting in one position for so long, so he knew he needed a break and happily reached for the telephone. Hello, he sighed.

" Hi Son, how are you?

The sound of his father’s voice lifted his energy level. He hadn’t talked to him in a while and was glad to hear from him. I’m a little tired Dad, but I’m OK. Sorry I haven’t been in touch. I guess I haven’t been a very good son, lately. Your not going to disown me are you? he asked playfully.

Quinn Jameson chuckled softly. Well, I guess we’ll keep you in the will this time, but don’t let it happen again, he joked back. What have you been up to? Your Mother and I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks. We were wondering where you were.

I’ve been on the go quite a bit. I was just sitting here working on a project that I need to complete for Monday.

How’s it coming?

It’s getting there. I’ve got more to do on it, but the majority of the design is complete. I’ll just do some finishing touches later. How’s mom doing?

She’s doing fine. Let me call her for you. Honey, he called out, "pick up the phone,