EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER THREE:
Bright and early this morning, I get a call from Tawny, my office assistant, and she’s rattling like a lunatic into the phone. I’m still trying to get a few winks in, but between her high-pitched squealing and Keith’s ever-present a.m. hard-on pressing me in the center of my lower spine, I know the prospect of going back to sleep is null and void.
The movement of my reaching over for my ringing cell phone was enough to rouse my husband and his anatomy, so even if I did manage to get off the phone, Keith would want to try to get in a quickie before I had to go in and check on our little girl.
Tawny was beside herself this morning, so I pushed the covers off of me and took the phone to the bathroom where I turned on the shower faucet and take my morning piss.
“OK, Tawny, calm down. What’s the deal?”
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod! You’ve got to let me work on this assignment with you.”
“What assignment and what would you be doing?”
“I will do anything you want me to do. I’ll run and get bagels, I’ll carry all of your equipment, all of your design boards, I will even baby sit Savannah on site when Ms. Ramona can’t keep her. Ohmigod! This is so exciting!”
“What is exciting?”
I wiped myself, stood and flushed the toilet. Just then, Keith came shuffling in the bathroom, buck naked, sporting his au natural morning woody and went to stand in front of the toilet. I guess he had to pee, too.
“Don’t miss, Keith. Control your pole. I hate having to mop just because you can’t aim.”
“Miss Cheyenne. You have to promise me I can work on your new project. Please. I’d work a week for free.”
“Okay, now I really have to pay attention to what the hell you’re talking about. What has got you all out of sorts? I don’t have any exciting new projects that would have you acting this retarded.”
“You do now. I got a call this morning on the cell to schedule an appointment for you to do Duane Jackson’s new house. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!!”
“Duane Jackson? That name doesn’t ring any bells. Who is he, a family member you haven’t seen in ages?”
“No, even better. Duane Jackson is the hottest rapper on the scene right now..." READ MORE @ prose-pros.com