“Hello,” I said, sounding sleepy.
“Wake up, sleepyhead, I’m outside your house,” he said.
“Oh, shit, Tariq, I forgot all about our plans,” I confessed.
“Well, now that your memory is refreshed, can you come open the door?”
“Yeah, hold up a second.”
I put myself together somewhat and let Tariq in.
“Who did you go out with last night?”
“Tina got me drunk as shit.” I switched the blame.
“I see,” he said.
“Give me a minute to do something with myself and we can go out,” I said.
“Just get in the shower,” he said. “We can chill here, watch movies, and order in,” he suggested.
That was a bet. I turned on the faucet so I could take a long bath. But I made sure to lock my bathroom door. Good thing too, because Tariq did try to come in. I did all of the important things in the bathroom, like tape up my thing and put on my bra and panties. I slipped into some J Lo sweats and some slippers. I brushed my hair back into a ponytail and bobby-pinned the weave onto it. I put on a little makeup and joined Tariq in the family room.
Tariq had already made himself comfortable. He had taken his jacket and shoes off and was surfing through the channels. I felt a lot better after that bath. I just needed to get some food. We ordered Chinese and pigged out for the day. It was relaxing.
When Tariq left at seven o’clock I began to feel bad all over again. I started feeling bad for James. Tariq and O too-I just kept thinking what would happen if they found out. I never used to worry about this, but since James found out, I realized that it was possible. As usual, I called Tina.