Tales By Chi

"See sweetheart, I am telling you the honest truth," I swore as I unwrapped the soiled diaper from my girl's bum bum. The thick aroma of poo rented the air and I squeezed my face. She giggled and I smiled. "You think this is funny?" I asked and she smiled. Almost like she could understand me. At the corner, Naza was busy with her plate of rice and my punishment for not visiting my kids for a long time was changing the diaper.

"I think this one has urinated too," she gobbled with the food stashed in her mouth.

"Eat slowly, I am not going to beg you," I said and she rolled her eyeballs at me. "Besides, can't you help me out. Just change the wet pampers because I am still busy."

"I am busy too," she said.

"Busy doing what?"

"Eating," she answered in a snap. I swallowed hard and continued in my duty as a father. I needed Naza to retract her break up statement so I was ready to even breastfeed the babies if it ever got to that.

"Well, as I was saying. James was the one in the car. He only took my cap," I explained. She merely shrugged and continued tearing her meat apart with her nice dentition. "And you know I don't chase ugly girls. I have no business with them."

"Freda is ugly," she murmured and took a clean Chinaza from me, replacing her with a wet, gibberish muttering Chinecherem.

"No she is not ugly," I defended. "You are just a few inches more beautiful than her."

"I am a million meters more beautiful than her," she argued. I couldn't argue further. I was supposed to protect her interest above all and I think that was the trap she intended roping me into. Maybe she wanted to explore the depth of my love for her.

"Yes you are," I said.

"I know. So who was that girl with James in the car?" she asked.

"I don't know, never even saw her."

"What if your mum had seen him there and he was even heading for a restaurant sef."

"My mum don't go out on Sundays. And besides, what were you doing when you saw him?" I asked with a furrow to my forehead. She blinked hard and I knew she was trying to come up with a lie. I had seen that look many times before.

"Eh?" she asked.

"Eh!" I replied.

"Ehen, I went out," she blurted out. I twitched my mouth and puffed.

"With who? To where?"

"None of your business. Don't ask me," she replied, moving her face away from my searching eyes and stealing glances.

"It is my fvcking business," I said as my voice peaked slowly. I was vexed, imagining another guy on my Chinaza.

"As what naa?" she asked with a hiss.

"Your unofficial husband."

She smiled and turned to me. "It was that guy from long ago."

"The fluffy beards?" I asked and she nodded. I bit my lips and lifted my son to my laps, trying to send him straight to sleep. A futile effort. She saw the look in my face and for unknown reasons she mellowed.

"He has been disturbing me for a long time and I went to see him so he can let me be," she explained, her hands on my laps. "I even took Chinecherem along," she added, rubbing the boys head. My face lit and I fell on the bed with roaring laughter. I couldn't imagine a chic as tight as Chinaza showing up to a date with a crying baby in her hand. Even if I was the father, I would be so pissed.

"What did he say?" I asked, trying to stifle the laughter.

"He asked if the baby was mine and I said no," she replied with a smile at the corner of her face. "I told him it was my boyfriend's baby."

I thought it was cute of her. She had that bright smile on her face, the one that often told me how high her love for me at a moment is and I kid you not, I love her too, very much maybe much more than she actually loves me but then, there were beautiful girls all around and I love them too.

I held her hand and held her eyes with mine. She squeezed my hands and smiled.

"You know I love you very much?" I asked and she nodded. "You know a lot of other guys love and want you too?"

"Yes," she answered.

"But I need you more. They want you and I need you. See the difference, want and need," I said, emphasizing the difference with gesticulation of my hands. "Don't mind where I am today. They are rich and I may be broke but I will be rich tomorrow, I swear to you and I will buy you the whole of Dubai because you deserve it." She smiled and I smiled too.

"I deserve more than Dubai for staying with someone like you. It's not easy at all."

"I know but we will start from Dubai first," I said. She nodded and winked at me. "Just one more thing."

"What?" she asked.

"Stop threatening to leave me. I don't like it," I said.

"Stop chasing other girls."

"I stopped many years ago, I don't even look at any other girls except you, my mother, my sisters and my female lecturers," I said and she laughed hard.

"You are a bloody liar," she said amidst the laughter. "But I love you still and I can't cheat on you because I am too beautiful for that." I scoffed and she hit my arm. "Shut up. I am very beautiful and I am okay with just one stupid playboy messing me up. I don't want another one," she said. I kissed her cheek and she pushed me away.

"I love you baby," I bassed and she responded with an I love you too.

"Let's consummate our love for each other," I said and she threw me a gaze ladened confusion.

"How?" she asked.

"It's been a long time we really got to know each other," I stammered, lacking the proper words to convey my message.

"How, stop talking to me like you are still wooing me," she said.

"I mean it's been long we go on each other. Make love?" I eventually said, tying the words up like some computer command prompt.

"Gerrout motherfvcker," she said with a giggle, shoving me away with a push to the chest.

"Come closer bïtch," I said. She laughed and drew closer, all prepped for a foreplay with her beautiful fair boobs shooting above the edge of her bra. I let her fall into my arms and latched her lips shut with my mouth.

"The babies, they are watching," she said with a mouthful of kisses. I slipped my fingers into her bra and pulled out her hard boobs, I wanted all of her at that instance. It had been a long time we really had each other like we used to.

"Let them watch. If they get curious, they can try it with each other, after all they are male and female for a reason," I said.

"You are crazy," she giggled and bit my lips, tearing my shirt away from my body. 

I had practically beaten my mom out of her car and made an enemy out of Willie and bros for it. They had banked on cruising the car that day and somehow, I snatched it up under their nose. I had that privilege as the baby of the house and to my mom, it was my interest before others.

I looked good and smelled good for my reunion with the Ebonyi chic that had robbed my heart the moment I set my eyes on her. James sister. Willie was angry but not too angry to lend me his eyeshade and bros was benevolent enough to let me have his Russian leader shoes and original Gucci face cap. The street was a bit free as I rode through them. Students had vacated and lodges were dry so I had the privilege of pulling a James Bond through the street, screeching the tires as I liked. I made my stop at what used to be my lodge and alighted like a king.

The side mirrors assured me that I still had my good looks on and then I swagged into the hostel, straight to James door.

I pulled at the handle and it was locked. I gave a gentle rap and the door flew open on the fifth tap. She stood behind it. Still her curvy self and her skin shinning in the low lit room. She had this singlet on and a bumshot that exposed her meaty laps. Chinemelum was one beautiful girl, too beautiful to be James's sister.

She flung herself at me and crushed her body on mine. She was soft and warm. Her body radiated enough sauce and held onto her like it was our last hug. She pulled away eventually and I sized her up. She looked way better than she did the last time and she did look good that last time.

"Sweetheart," I called slowly and she smiled a shy smile. Moving closer to embrace me again. When a young girl, a learner falls in love. It eats up everything in them so much that their lovers end up looking like their guardian angel to them. She seemed like she couldn't get enough of me and for the first 3 minutes, we stood at the door, making up for the times she had missed me. We fell into the room and she shut the door behind us.

"Where's James?" I asked, sitting on the bed and looking up at her.

"He went out."

"You are alone?" I asked and she nodded. "Are you not scared?"

"He said he will be back soon," she replied. I nodded and moved my eyes from her to the television and back. She had that look fixed on me. I smiled at her and pulled her closer.

"Come," I said and she obeyed, crashing into my waiting arms. Our lips met and our tongues clicked. She hadn't forgotten what I thought her and she was good with it. My fingers ran through her body as she clung onto me, her eyes closed and her chest burning against mine. I moved my hand into her bra and rocked her nipples with my fingers, tuning them on and off as she let out light moans. Then the door handle clicked and we disengaged. I struggled frantically to put my dick back to its former place which was quite an uphill task. I did manage to restore a bit of sanity to my posture tho. Emelum got the door, she had no sign on her that would give her away except maybe her dripping pussy but then,I doubt if the intruder would want to go that far to find out.

It was James and when he came in, he had that look in his eyes that showed he had a clue as to what a niggar was up to. No matter the girl, it was always this same activity between me and them, except the girl is my mother or blood sister.

"Badoo," He yelled, coming at me with his hand stretched full length. I took it and we shook vigorously. It's been a long while and the boy was all meaty and fresh, dividends of the vacation.

"Shebi you have seen him naa, you can now die in peace," he said, turning to Chinemelum. The look on her face was the type you would find on an innocent, shy, little bride. I turned to James with a smile at the corner of my face.

"Yes, she have been singing out your name for a very long time," he said to me.

"She should. I doubt if there are guys like me in your village."

"You dey craze," he said.

"Baby shey there is none like me over there," I asked and she nodded shyly. I winked at James, he hissed.

"Ehe, guy. Shebi na you carry that car come?" he asked, drawing closer to me. I nodded with a frown on my face. I had an inkling of what he was going to ask for.

"I have this girl I need to meet. Omo she thick gan," he started with his fool boy smile.

"So?"

"She is classy too," he added.

"And so?"

"You know it's not proper for me to be walking the street with that kind of ride. We should be in a ride," he said and kept his smile. "You understand naa."

"I don't understand," I replied. "Do you need me to accompany you to where you want to buy the ride?"

He countenance changed. I saw myself being kicked out of the room before I even had the chance to get a shot of Emelum. I had to give in. He knew a thing or two about driving and my mom's car was real easy to navigate plus I needed privacy with Emelum.

"See guy. You can kiss her but don't fvck her," he whispered to me as we stood outside. He was on his way out and Chinemelum was in the room.

"Don't worry. You are like a brother to me. Chinemelum is your sister so she is like a sister to me as well," I said with the best amount of seriousness my face could gather.

"You know I wouldn't fvck your sister behind you," he said.

"Yes, She is not your age mate."

"Even if she was my age mate. I will only finger her but I won't fvck her."

"So I can finger her?" I asked with a wide grin.

"Errrm, maybe," he said and then shook his head. "Mba. Don't finger. I have not fingered your sister yet and from there you may be tempted to use the other one. She might even be begging for it."

"Is it not turn by turn. I do your sister, you do mine," I said. He gave me one last look and smiled. We shook hands and he turned to leave. "Ehe, take care of that car like it is your mother."

"Sure thing," he said and left. I walked back into the room wondering why he would keep a sexy piece of fish with a mother rat and expect it to remain untouched. He came back for my Gucci cap. He looked nice with it on so I let him have it plus I doubted the possibility of banging a girl with my cap on, Gucci or not.

She had me on a platter of diamond as I let her toy with every part of me. She was all jittery, almost like she had never seen something like me. She was a bit naive and wanted every part of me in an instant, just like I was going to disappear in a matter of seconds.

"Are you hungry?" she asked as my stomach made rumbling noise, amidst the kisses.

"No. I think it's butterflies in my stomach. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and that's why my stomach is making noise," I answered and pulled her closer. She smiled and tore away at my buttons. My stomach came again with its noise.

"Let me bring food for you," she offered, not waiting to hear my protests that it was the butterflies.

She cooked rice. I knew it was her because it tasted different from James's usual concoction. A sexy, beautiful girl that could cook good was a treasure mine but the whole thing wouldn't be a proper sauce if she was virgin and it turned out she still was.

"You are still a virgin?" I asked as she gave me that timid look they always give. I hated those kind of situations where after you have gotten bigger than you normally were then you end up finding out that the hole was still on factory mode.

"I want to do it," she whispered, staring up at me with those eyes that could melt the devils eyes. It didn't seduce me rather it deepend my resolve not to mess with such innocence especially when the girl is James's sister.

"Wait until you get admitted, then you will be a big girl," I said, caressing the tiny hairs above her clit.

"What if I don't get admitted?" she asked with half closed eyes and moaning to my touches. I kissed her lips shut and pinched her sweating clit a bit. She wrung her hand around my neck and begged me to make the hole wider.

"I will just use my fingers," I said, she nodded and then I did an explosive handwork on her. One that endeared me more to her and she confessed no one has ever done that to her. She was beautiful and shiny and for once, I was tempted to perform a thorough head job on her but then, I was scared the blood would leak and spill on my face. I hated blood even mine.

We sang songs to each other as we cuddled after the handy affair.  She was addicted to me and it was easy to understand why. I had really gifted fingers according to Naza's many testimonies. Chinemelum was now saying the same thing. She was hot and I was scared that those my horny ex logde mates would eat the fruit that I have been saving for the rainy day.

"Shebi you know how much I love you?" I asked and she smiled.

"How much?" she asked.

"This big," I said, stretching my hands wide. "Bigger than St Peter Basilica."

She giggled and pecked me.

"I love you too."

"Good. Don't let any other guy come closer. This is exclusively mine," I said, lifting her chin with my finger to kiss her mighty pink lips.

James got home a little before five, disrupting our moment of pure love. The moment each of our hands were on decent spots and our hormones were spiked by the rush of true love and nothing else.

"Your momsy car sabi run shaa," he said, falling beside us on the bed, reeking of the finest breed of alcohol.

"How was the parole?" I asked, shifting to a holier position with Emelum.

"The girl tight shaa but there is not enough space in your mother's car for a cowgirl."

I jumped from the bed and beat him up.
"Guy, did you fvck a girl in my mom's car?"

He looked up to me and grinned. "Guy forget it. Nothing happened."

The day ended and I had to leave by 6pm. Chinemelum stacked up loads of kisses for me in a duffel bag and sent me home with it. I drove into the hood few minutes to 7pm and as I sped through the road with my headlights all over the place, Chinaza's call came in and I had to make a stop at their gate. She came out for me.

"I just wanted to be sure it was you that I saw today," she said, frisking me with her eyes and the car too.

"Saw me where?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I just needed to be sure," she said and walked back inside, leaving me with my mouth wide open.

I called her later in the night. It had been long I called and somehow, my hand pounded furiously at what she was going to say.

"Well shaa, I didn't look twice. I saw your mother's car speed pass that junction and you had that particular cap on your head. You were with a girl. Chinecherem stop denying the truth," she had argued while we were on the phone.

"I swear it wasn't me," I defended, getting angry that James and his girl's episode was about to mess my little family up.

"The girl wasn't even beautiful sef. You don't have taste, I am telling you," she laughed. She was right to an extent. James lacked a bit of taste with the girls he rolled with. He loved them bootylicious and that was all. Whatever face was alright.

"Naza it wasn't me, when will you ever stop calling me a liar. Why can't you just trust me?" I asked.

"Who was in your mother's car then?"

"I will explain later," I said as my mom came into the room to check who was disturbing the peace of the house.

"Good for you. Keep the explanations to yourself. This stupid relationship is over," she said and dropped the call.

"Chinecherem if you won't sleep, stop disturbing those that wants to sleep," my mother scolded and I turned to those she was talking about. Willie and Bros all of a sudden was snoring away. They had been on the phone a while ago apologizing to their babes for making them trek throughout the day. They still held grudges against me for robbing them off the car.

"Mummy it's Chinaza naa. I'm just checking up on the twins."

"Oh. I hoped they are fine?" she asked. I nodded and dismissed her.

"Naza what did you just say?" I asked her after I had called back.

"I said I am done with you. The only thing between us is these babies. Just go and run after all the girls that you want."

She dropped the call again as I rubbed my eyes to wake up from my slumber.

"Bros, did your hear what Naza said now?" I asked, turning to Bros who was back on the phone.

"Thunder fire you," he said. Apparently, he was still angry about the car. 

The next days that followed were followed by constant calls from Freda to my phone. She wanted to be my date for the period we were at home. I liked her, not like I did in the past but I thought she'd be handy once in a while. She loved me still and told me all she needed was my attention and nothing more. I was OK with the arrangement only that she called me each day like she needed more than my attention and it wasn't cool with me.

"I thought you had this guy you were always flaunting in my face back then?" I asked her the day we talked on the phone.

"I left him. He wasn't like you."

"And how am I?" I asked, dipping the baby bottle into Chinaza's mouth. I left her and the bottle and turned to my phone.

"Spoilt," she said slowly and I bit my lips. Chinaza gurgled and sucked at her feeding bottle. I rubbed her belly.

"You want a spoilt guy?" I asked.

"Not exactly but the guy was too churchy. I think he confesses to the priest each time we make love."

"Hahaha, how do you know that?"

"Stop asking me that question joor, are you coming over?" she asked.

"No, I am with my daughter here," I replied.

"Where is that? I want to come over."

"I am at Naza's place. Talk to you later," I said. We dropped the call and I turned to my daughter on the bed. She had spilled her bottled tea all over her face and was giving me one of those cute giggles that makes her look like her mother.

"Don't you know how to feed a baby?" Chinaza called from the door, strapping Chinecherem to herself.

"I know how to feed a baby, we were just playing," I replied and tickled the baby on the bed. She cackled. "See?"
Naza smiled weakly and walked up to us on the bed. She dropped the boy on me and turned to the baby girl.

"All those Nollywood movies you watch are so much wasted on you," I muttered.

"How?" she asked turning to me with the baby in her hand.
"In a proper Nigerian film, you should give me a kiss when you walk into the room," I replied. She stared at me for a while like she was deciding what to do with me. Then in a twist, she came closer and latched a kiss on my lips. The first in months. My eyes widened.

"Come again please, I wasn't prepared for that one," I said. She came again, this time longer and when we separated, Freda stood at the door, looking like she just got out of a beauty pageant.

"What?" Chinaza asked, the quarrel all over her face. I was overly dumbstruck. Freda was crazy, that I knew but I never knew she had nerves too. My heart beat at the speed of light as I thought of the crazy things she could say at that moment.

"Hello Naza. I just came to see the babies. Chinecherem told me about them," she sang, still stuck to the doorway like she was waiting for an invitation to come in. I let out a fake smile as I scolded her with my eyes.

"Come in," I said with a fake boldness. She walked slowly towards us. She was beautiful as she came and Naza hated having someone like her around me, especially when it was Freda.

"Meet them, Chinecherem and Chinaza," I introduced, pointing from the boy to the girl.

"Can I carry them?" she asked, her eyes on Naza.

"Yes," she replied slowly, shifting uncomfortably.

"They are beautiful and they look like a combination of the both of you," She said as she rocked Chinaza to herself.

"Yes. They will grow up to be like their father," I said proudly.

"God forbid!" the two ladies snapped and looked at each other with
a bold smile. The tension eased and a conversation came up. Freda loved to talk and soon roped Naza in. I was the butt of every joke that ever came on and I pondered why Freda would want to be all chatty with Chinaza. Someone she hated.

"I have to bathe this one," Naza said after sometime, picking the baby girl from the bed.

"Can't he do it?" Freda asked, referring to me.

"This one, he will soak her in the bath water and forget her there," Naza said.

"You know that is not true," I defended.

"Don't worry, I know what you can do," Freda said. Naza laughed her way out of the room. We watched her go. Her fine figure swinging to the tune of an imaginary music. She was perfect, Chinaza. I shouldn't be running after any other girl but Freda was there and she obviously didn't come to see the babies.

"So why are you here?" I asked, turning to her.

"I am missing you and I couldn't wait for you to be through with the baby sitting."

"And you had to come here?" She nodded, opening her eyes wider at me. They were sexy eyes but we were in Chinaza's room and I shouldn't be thinking about it.

"So do you want to put me in trouble?" I asked.

"What trouble?"

"Chinaza and me. Do you want her to catch us?"

"Yes. She will leave you and then I will have you to myself. Besides the both of you have really tried. You have been together for years now and you even have children. You guys should break up jare so other people will have a taste of you."

I stared at her for long. She stole glances from me as she twisted the tip of her braid. I shook my head and bit my lips.

"If we were in my house right now, I would have sent you away," I declared. She giggled and I smiled. My baby boy giggled too. She turned to him and picked him up.

"Fine boy, cute like his father," She said and threw a look at me. I smiled and fell back on the bed.

"Look at me sweetheart. I am your stepmother," she declared and my laughter drowned the room.

Time ran and the sun traveled far to the west. My phone rang and James's number came up on the screen.

"Papa Ejima," he hailed as I picked.

"Mad man howfar?" I asked.

"Fine nigga. You just forget us naa."

"I no forget you guys. I am now a family man and my family comes first," I said and we laughed.

"No yawa naa. But I get one gist that will make you run down to my lodge now now, family man aside."

"Gist me naa."
"I dy my lodge with Chinemelum now now and only us dy here like this," he announced. My heart pounded.

"Your sister?" I asked.

"No, my mother," he hissed and the line went dead.

Bros came around. He is my mother's little brother's son. He is like 2 years older than Willie. That was a rough guess. Jidenna is his name but we out of respect addressed him as Bros Jide. Small talks going around had it that he thought Willie how to be a clown and a ladies guy. He too was a clown of his own.

As the stories went, it was in our little village that Willie was tutored. Back when Bros was sent to take care of my mother's mother, our grandmother. He took care of himself and the Chics instead. Then Willie went on holidays to the Village. He came back all baptized and became a new being in the game.

He told me tales about it. How Bros will tell him to change his playboy orientation. He told him how he needs to let those cheap girls be. There was no fun in running after them, they always had a "Yes" ready for your advances so there was no challenge in it and there was less fun.

"You have to make a deep chase mehn. When you do that and then she finally falls, bro girls like that who take time to fall when they eventually fall, they fall head over heels and then you have their remote control, their proper mumu button."
That was how Bros Jide always preaches. He would often say,

"If I wanted a cheap girl and cheap sex I would go to the brothel. It's not expensive and the girls are cleaner."
That was how he Godfathered Willie in the affairs of the skirts. So he was around the house and everywhere was as hot as can be.

He had a bit of cash and it was just us alone. I feasted long enough on his benevolence, always buying a thing or two for my baby and our babies and telling her they were exclusively paid for by me. We spent 15 minutes of each day in chemist shops either pricing condoms or postinor 2 and always came home singing and all drunk. He would notice the way his sister, Amarachi would stare at me and the way I replied the look, then he would ask.

"Come, are the two of you drinking from the forbidden stream?"
I would shake my head and ask him why I would want to drink from that waters with my own blood. "I don't know about you shaa but I would have not only drank from that stream but bathed in it with Ujunwa your sister if she was my agemate," he would say and we would stagger into my room to plan out for the next day, flushing used condoms into the toilet.

I wasn't up to 35% sure I was going to make heaven but if I had another brother very close to me and he was Bros. I would be 100% sure of going straight to hell. Even then, the ladies down there wouldn't be free from our torments, the fire notwithstanding.

We would turn and toss on my bed discussing into the night about nothing but the ladies. He kept teaching me new things I needed to know, like how to deny a girl that might take in for me in the later future. That guy was savage. He wasn't exactly sure as he says but he was guessing he might have fathered a couple of kids somewhere.

Willie came home a couple of days later and a playboy gang was formed in our house. For a while, a very long while, I seemed to forget about my twins and my very fine girlfriend. It wasn't my fault, just that Naza insisted on refusing me things as little as a French kiss and little sensational hugs here and there. I had bros and I had Willie and we had a lot of other girls to keep us busy. Girls who thought I was sexy and fun to be with. Little things that Naza would never agree to or would agree to once in a blue sun. She loves me no doubt but I am a guy and I loved hearing that once in a while.

The day came that the playboy inc of my family's chapter took a day out. Each to his chic. I hooked Freda up. It had been a while and I needed a break from all those times I kept awake to baby cries. I have been gone for a long while from them and their mother wasn't complaining neither were they. Freda had turned into a proper slay queen but she still felt a thing or two for me and I still loved the shape of her body. We formed the perfect couple while bros and Willie hooked two random girls I had never met before. They were cute like they loved their girls to be and they ate us up like smoked fish. Starting from the joint.

Bros was smiling all through. He had a couple of cash with him so we were good. The girls loved booze and that was what the guys loved. Drunk girls were bae except that Freda refused to get drunk. She was trying her best to reawaken what I thought was dead in her and me. The feelings that we had back then, when she could never go to bed without hearing my voice. Back when Willie would address her as my wife right before her and call her my third wife with her back turned. Yes, that feeling was great back then but I have no clue about now. In as much as Naza was being conservative with what she gave to me, I still loved her and would never want to hurt her that much.

"So you are a father now," she stated more than ask. I nodded slowly as the girl with Bros tried effortlessly to gain my attention with her eyes. The table was getting loaded with more drinks and Willie was busy ensuring that it was Heineken through out. He had high taste and it would be a pity if he ended up poor in life.

"Are you now going to marry her?" she asked.

"Marry who?" I asked without looking at her.
"The mother of your children," she said avoiding calling her name. She hated Naza to an extent. An understandable thing.

"Why are you asking me that now?" I asked, stuffing my bottle into my mouth and winking at Bros's girl.

"I want to know, girls who give birth before marriage have their market value cut in half."

"What about girls who abort?" I asked.

"I don't know."

Giggles passed around the boys and the girls sipped their drinks uneasily.

"Remember when you were eager to get pregnant for me?" I asked, trying to cover up the uneasiness that had enveloped our group.

"Remember what you promised me?" she asked.

"Yes, I said I will marry you."

"Where you lying then?" she asked.

"Joking," I muttered, sipping my bottle.

"What?" she asked in a snap.

"Lying and Joking, they are two different words with very different meanings."

"I hate you," she said and I smiled at her.

"I love you," I grinned.
"I love you too baby," she said and giggled. Bros got the table filled up with meat and we partied into the evening.