“Tina, what you doin’?”

“You mean who I’m doin’,” she joked.

“No, I meant what like I said,” I joked back.

“I’m working out,” she said.

“How did we get into this, Tina?”

Tina knew what I was getting at. “Why are you still trippin’ over dude?”

“I don’t know. I’m nervous that they might all find out. And what if James come back to Philly trippin’ out on me?” I worried.

“James isn’t the type. Plus he got a rep to think about too. You think he want people to find out that he fucked a man? He won’t say or do shit, trust. You just need to replace him and move on,” Tina demanded.

She had a point. James was probably busy trying to get this whole thing out of his head.

“You’re right,” I said.

“Matter of fact, we’re going to Delaware tonight,” Tina said.

“For what?”

“It’s the Kickoff tonight, the first party of the year. We haven’t missed it in two years, so let’s not start now. Plus, I’m sure we’ll see some new faces. Some fine-ass ones that will get your mind off James.”

“All right,” I agreed. “I need to get back in the swing of things, anyway.”

I had on a short blue Dior skirt with the matching signature Dior leg warmers, a white fitted blouse, and my blue mink. I looked fly. Tina rocked her waist-length black mink with a short black cutout dress. She had on stiletto pumps and nude stockings. She looked tight too. When we walked in the club, everybody stopped and stared, including O, who hadn’t even called me to tell me he was back in town.

“The last I checked you was in Baltimore handling business,” I said with sass.

“And wasn’t you in Vegas?” he asked.

“You knew I was only staying in Vegas for a couple of days, but I had no idea when you were supposed to come back. I relied on a phone call.”