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I couldn't get Dr. Lopez's words off my mind. The fact Sampson may not have been comfortable around me, kept coming into my head. I don't know why I thought about it so much, among all the other crazy little things that had been coming up lately.
I had went back home from Dr. Lopez's appointment and noticed that no one was home. It was actually a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed to do was be around Sampson or even worse be around T-Boy.
I walked upstairs, all the while trying to think about something to say to either of them. Dr. Lopez said that I should be avoiding T-Boy because his may be 'a confused individual'. I just kept thinking about what if he wanted to talk to me like he did before Sampson stopped him. What was going to happen then?
I figured what my plan was. I wasn't going to be alone with either of them. I wouldn't talk to Sampson without someone else in the room and I wouldn't talk to T-Boy without Sampson in the room. That way Sampson would stop T-Boy from wanting to talk to me alone and Sampson wouldn't get uncomfortable being alone with me anymore.
Two weeks passed and things were going smoothly. "Can you pass the butter?" T-Boy asked me. I gave it to him. T-Boy and I weren't exactly on speaking terms or anything like that, but I got the idea that he definitely wasn't as mad at me anymore. He was actually being really hospitable lately. After I had passed the butter it was the usual early morning silence with Ms. Nicole at the breakfast table and Sampson kind of standing over my shoulder. He had healed up pretty well but him and T-Boy seemed to be completely vexed at one another. "Guess who I think I saw yesterday?" Ms. Nicole said, since she was the usual one who ever talked. I looked at T-Boy and saw him roll his eyes. Ms. Nicole was a very, very predictable person. We all knew who the answer to the question. Ms. Nicole would seriously walk around thinking that her favorite talk show host in the world was walking around the streets of Bushwick. It had been the 100th time Ms. Nicole seemed to be announcing to seeing the talk show host. "Who, ma?" Sampson seemed like the only one who had patience for Ms. Nicole. His tone sound interested, but I was sure even he knew who the answer was. "Oprah!" I looked at T-Boy. It was weird. He was staring right back at me and then all of a sudden, I just felt silly. Along time ago, T-Boy and I could just look at each other and know what the other one was thinking. It was weird because even though we weren't speaking. I felt it. T-Boy and I both started laughing hysterically, while finding a way to hide our wide opened grins with napkins and the tablecloth. It was weird. It was almost like we were having a moment...just like we used to have... "I'm serious," Ms. Nicole said and I had no doubt she was, "I was at the Stop-N-Shop with Martha and Becky when and all of a sudden I saw her. She was in the produce aisle." "Did you approach her?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be. "Of course not! I didn't go anywhere close. I mean...that's Oprah!" I was finding it hard not to keep on laughing. This woman had issues. I didn't know how she figured Oprah could be in Bushwick everyday and find time to fly back to Chicago for her show. Ms. Nicole was so serious too. She never had any clue that we were making fun of the shit she was promoting. "Mother, you're embarrassing me," T-Boy said suddenly, being abruptly honest. That was when Sampson stepped in, "No, ma. I actually wanna hear what happened next." I looked at Sampson. He had shot a deadly look at T-Boy. I knew why he had said it. He had said it just to spite T-Boy. T-Boy's smile had faded as well. There was still unbelievable tension between the two of them. Naturally I had to take Sampson's side, because T-Boy was still a dickhead...even if he was getting more bearable. "Yeah, I mean, what did Ms. Becky think?" I asked, just to support Sampson. That was all that Ms. Nicole needed. She blabbered for a good half an hour about the shit that happened that day with her close encounter to Oprah. T-Boy had left the table ten minutes into it and probably went out to see Sidney, that "thing" that I wasn't sure was his girlfriend or just his slave. Truth is, I didn't want to be there either and sort of regretted backing up Sampson on this matter. I mean, Sampson was cute and shit but this was torture. I looked at Sampson. He was so nice to the lady, but he seemed to be completely bored as well. Thankfully for me however, the phone rang and Ms. Nicole got some urgent call, which in Ms. Nicole's world was probably that they got a sale at Target or something. She excused herself and left. Shit in two weeks, it had been the first time alone with Sampson. I looked for that feeling. It was that feeling of awkwardness, but really I didn't feel it. I guess I could spend some time with him, since there wasn't no feeling there... "Hey, Sampson," I said, watching him clear up the breakfast table, "I was sort of thinking me the two of us could go see that movie that we never got to see. I mean, if its cool with you." He stared back at me, with that terrible awkwardness, "Well...ah, its actually my girlfriend's birthday. I actually have to go shopping for a gift for her." "Oh...um ok." "Well, her birthday party is tonight. Maybe you want to come." "Sure whatever." "Cool. So...damn, look at the time. I really got to go." He dropped the dishes in the dishwasher, turned it on and ran out the room. Dr. Lopez was right. He was afraid to be alone with me. It was so fucking weird. I mean, why hadn't he invited me to go shopping with him for his girlfriend's gift, where we had the chance to be alone but instead invited me to a crowded party.Nighttime was around and Shane was in my room trying to help me pick what I was going to wear. I was the one to actually invite Shane to Sampson's party. I mean, it was a party and the way shit went last time, I didn't want to be caught without a good friend like Shane by my side. He was cool and just the kind of person I liked. He didn't have a lot to say and when he did say something, it was something necessary unlike the blabbered mouth asses that Brunswick was becoming home to.
"So how's this?"
I held up my beige Timbs with some faded black pants and a polo shirt.
He shrugged, "Maybe another polo shirt would be nice."
I agreed. Shane wasn't exactly the best dresser himself, but somehow had to know what looked good on others. I found another shirt. I tried not to look too worried about tonight, but it was the only party that I had been to in a long, very long time. I looked in the mirror and in a couple minutes I was dressed. It had to admit, Shane had a knack at picking out outfits. I looked at my shirt, dusting it off. My jeans weren't as baggy as I usually wore. They were actually...well they showed a little of my figure. I was curious as I turned to the side to see how my ass looked...
"It looks fine," I heard a voice say.
I saw T-Boy walk in. He wasn't dressed or anything. He was actually in a white shirt and basketball pants.
"Um..."
I looked at Shane and Shane looked back at me. I was sure Shane didn't trust T-Boy just as much as I didn't trust him. This was definitely awkward. T-Boy stood in the middle of the room as though he wasn't welcome. For a moment, I was almost sure that he wasn't fucking welcome.
"Sorry if I barged in," T-Boy explained with a sort of wayward look.
"Whatever, I mean its your house," I said, recalling what he had told me before in his threat, "Remember?"
He looked sort of embarrassed. I couldn't tell if it was an act or if he was really embarrassed about this. He sort of turned his arms around and I noticed that he had a box in his hand.
"Look, I'm sorry about that," he told me and then held out the box, "I actually got you this?"
Shane grunted. I looked at Shane. He was calling T-Boy's bluff. I looked back at T-Boy. I knew I should of probably said something to diss him again and get back at him. I think that was what Shane expected me to do. I didn't though, I just walked up and got the gift.
"Why would you buy me a gift?"
"Well. Its sort of for you, but its so you could give to Sampson's girlfriend and say it was from you. She gets real upset if anyone shows up at her party without a gift."
I didn't get him. So he bought me a gift, to give to someone else and pretend that it was mine. The thought was nice, but it was also something that a friend would do. T-Boy most definitely was not a friend of mine, so why was he doing this for me. It felt weird to the point that I was getting real defensive, almost like the gift was some kind of joke gift to embarrass me more.
"Well, why don't you keep it and give it to her yourself?"
"I'm not going. I mean, its really just a collection of Romance Diaries. Girls like that kind of stuff. You don't have to trust me, you can open it. I just don't want you to go there and be embarrassed with no gift."
I handed him the box. No...I admit, I shoved it back at him.
"Since when do you care about me being embarrassed?" I asked him, in a way that made me seem like venom.
"I'm sorry..." he said, like he had said before, "I'll just leave this here. You can take it to her if you want, hell, you can read the diaries if you want. Um...just maybe we can talk, next time when you are alone."
He had been staring at Shane when he said 'alone' and then he backed up, leaving the books on a shelf that was in front of the door. I heard the door slam and then looked back at Shane. Then I turned around and went to the podium where he dropped off the present. It was wrapped up in wrapping.
"Don't tell me you trust him? You don't know what's really in that box."
"I don't know..."
"You do trust him."
"I know I shouldn't...but I..."
I figured he would laugh. I figured he would probably would have started to tease me. He didn't though. He got up off the bed and headed towards the door.
"Then take the box and let's go. Sampson's waiting for us downstairs."
I followed him, "Thanks."
He nodded. I guess he knew that I was thanking him for not judging me or laughing at me. It was important that he was supportive. I grabbed the box on my way out and shut off the light. I hoped I looked good. I mean, I did go out of my way trying to look nice and smell nice. It made me nervous to think that I was going to see Sampson's girlfriend after all this time. It just made me nervous, but I knew that I had to be on my best behavior no matter how jealous I was of the girl.
Shane and I walked downstairs and noticed Sampson. He was dressed fancy. I mean, he looked like he had seriously been hit with a perfection stick. His hair was perfect, his clothes were perfect and his expression was perfect. It was so weird, but it made him look kind of fake, how completely perfect he was looking. I think he sort of went overboard with the perfection. I had looked back and Shane. He noticed it too. He was trying his hardest not to laugh.
"Wow, look at the Ken Doll," I found myself saying and I didn't realize how seriously I sounded until Shane tugged me hard in my stomach.
"Well, you look nice too," He said, fixing the shirt that was wearing. He definitely didn't look comfortable.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just never saw you so..."
"So stiff?"
I nodded. He was right on point. He just fixed his collar a little bit more. The shirt he was wearing was nice, but it was all super tight like spandex or something. I didn't understand why he was wearing it. I knew it wasn't his style to wear super tight clothes even if it did expose his muscular physique to the point where I was almost drooling.
"It'll be alright, Sampson," Shane said, tapping him on the shoulder, "Its your girl's special night. You should be dressing nicely, but ah...you think she would be cool to see you so uncomfortable in that shirt?"
"She freaking bought it for me. She wants me to wear it tonight. Shit...I just can't wait for this night to be over."
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. He did look nice in the tight ass shirt, pressed jeans and perfectly set hair, but it was just funny how uncomfortable he clearly was. He probably didn't even realize that he had just stated he wanted his girlfriend's favorite day of the year to be over quickly.
We made our way to the party which was a couple blocks more into downtown Bushwick. The house party seemed to be booming from up the street. As we approached it, a couple of people were outside. Most of the people outside were guys and loose girls. The night had just begun and they were already leaving to go get some ass or something. The girls in Bushwick were complete whores and no one seemed to notice it but me. I mean for that matter, a lot of the guys in Bushwick were whores too, but no where as bad as the females. Shane and I followed Sampson since he was the only one who knew how to work his way past all the drunks and into the house. The entrance of the house was there and I noticed a few people I knew from school. Some people I waved to, while others I just ignored. I hadn't come to the party to really socialize. I came to be seen and for everyone to see me. I mean half of these idiots weren't worth knowing. We walked further into the house. The lights were dimming and being replaced by excited flashing lights. The dance scene was on fire in the house. I recognized someone off the bat. The girl was Yolanda. She was actually a distant cousin of mine, but in school she had always let people think that we were really close cousins. I didn't want to disturb her, because she was the local dance hall Queen of sorts. She seemed to be dancing with three or four boys. "Syn! Syn, is that you?" I heard cry above the loud music, loud conversation and loud noise. She broke past the dancers and ran towards me. The girl was so loud! She was always excited about something. I used to think she did drugs or like drank Redbull every morning. I found out though that it was just her personality. "Hey, Yolanda. How are you?" She smiled at me, "I'm great! This party has been crazy! Oh, Syn...Syn you know Sampson?" Sampson looked at Yolanda and then at me. "Yeah, I sort of do..." "What! She couldn't hear over all the music. I pulled her close and told her that our uncle was paying Sampson's mother so that I could live in the house with him. "Oh great!" she said suddenly and then looked at Sampson, proudly announcing, "I'm Sampson's favorite cousin! Sampson, your girlfriends party has been great!" "Yeah, it looks like you were having fun," Sampson said and I laughed cause it definitely did, "Where is she?" "What!" He pulled Yolanda close, "Where is she?" Yolanda smiled genuinely and grabbed both Sampson and I with one of her hands. The other thing about Yolanda was that she was really short. She seemed to find her way through the crowd a lot better then we were. She dragged us through the crowd and we ended up bumping people that she just happen to slid past. Shane trailed behind having an even harder time to get past the crowd because of his height. I had never seen a house so packed. I figured Sampson's girlfriend must have been really important or something. Yolanda led us past that crowded ass house though to take us to the back exit of the house. We walked out there to see a more calmer scene. People were sitting, drinking punch from cups and talking a little easier since the music wasn't as loud in the back. All of a sudden, I seen some bitch jump at me... I dodged, ready to hit her or something, but then realized she wasn't jumping at me. She was jumping at Sampson. The girl kissed Sampson hard in his lips. She was tonguing him down like he was a word that she couldn't pronounce. "Is that Trash?" Shane suddenly asked me, whispering it into my ear. "What are you talking about..." Then I saw the girl's face. I fucking knew this girl! Everyone in Bushwick knew this girl! Her name was Mercedes. She was the bitch of Brunswick. She was Yolanda's best friend. Shane and I knew her very well. She was just as little as Yolanda, but this girl was VICIOUS! She used to bully guys because all of her brothers were basically the scariest dudes in all of Brunswick and they were known for beating people up if they messed with their little sister. Mercedes had used her brothers' notoriety as bad people to punk everyone. She was the smallest bully that I ever met in the world. Her name was Mercedes, but I had told Shane that she was really trash back in the start of last year. Ever since then Shane and I had secretly referred to Mercedes as Trash. I couldn't believe Sampson went out with this BITCH! I mean Trash was completely opposite from Sampson. "Baby...baby, I want you to meet someone," Sampson suddenly said, breaking her eager kiss. He basically started to pry the girl off as he walked closer to where Shane, I and Yolanda were patiently waiting for them to break their little kiss. "Trash still looks the same," I whispered to Shane. No man scared me, but Trash wasn't a man. She was a little monster. "Mercedes, I want you to meet..." "Syn and Shane," she said. She smiled at me. It was one of those smiles that reminded me so much of the movie 'Bride of Chucky'. Sampson had no idea what kind of girl he was dating. "Wow, this is great," Sampson said, with a look of glee on his face, "Everyone knows one another." "Oh yeah, we know each other," Trash explained, "I knew Syn since we were in nursery school. I had no idea this was the new boy that saved you from getting arrested. Syn and I are real close actually. He's one of my best friends." She smiled at me and I just stared. Fucking midget bitch! I hated this girl with a passion. She had so much power and she was so fucking small. I did have to admit, that she was pretty. She was white oleander. She was pretty to the eyes, but once you noticed she could be dangerous then you stayed the fuck away. I had been doing quite well not being in any of Trash's classes lately. It just hurt that now she was back in my life. "Ya'll is boring me!" Yolanda exclaimed so loud I thought she was in pain. "Yolanda, do you always got to scream?" Trash said and then added this irritated, "Shit." Yolanda rolled her eyes and grabbed Shane, who was the nearest person to her, "I'm going to dance. You are coming too." Shane didn't have a chance to respond before Yolanda was off with him towards the dance floor. That left Trash, Sampson and I standing in a circle. I just crossed my fingers and looked like Trash. "Sampson, can you go get me something to drink," Trash said, all the while watching my hateful stare. "Sure, baby." The two kissed, hard and affectionately. He turned and walked off into the house. Trash looked at me and I looked back at her. She was such a fucking bitch that it was unbelievable that I could even stand in her fucking presence without puking. "Where my gift, lil' man?" she asked, her voice getting deeper and her eyes crossed over me harshly, "I ain't invite you. I don't usually talk to lil men like you but if you gonna come to my party you might as well have bought me a gift." "How you gonna call me little?" I found myself muttering and looking away. The bitch had just made 5'0". "What you say?" I looked at her. She noticed me looking at her and she directed my attention across the courtyard to where one of her brothers was. He was feeding his pitbull a t-bone. The dog was scary, but her brother's face was even more scary. He was the brother that Shane and I called "Grimace". Grimace was in his 20s and he seemed to be in jail almost all the time. It seemed like every time I saw Trash, Grimace was back on the streets though. I wondered why they just couldn't keep Grimace in jail and save everyone the headache. A guy like that didn't belong in society. "I didn't say anything," I lied and showed her the box, "Here's your present." She snatched the box out of my hand, rudely and then added, "Yeah, I thought so. Oh, by the way, I ran across a friend of mine yesterday and she had something interesting to say." "Who?" "Her name is Monica," Trash explained and twisted her face into a devilish one, "She said you was gay...which isn't a surprise. I always pictured you as a fag by how you used to be all attached to Shane. What did surprise me is she said you might have a thing for my man..." "You gonna trust her?" "Whatever lil' man," Trash snapping her face and rolling her eyes with a diva attitude, "I also ran across my brother Patton and Lex yesterday. They fresh out of county." Great! Satan and Rex. These guys were killers, robbers and just straight criminals. How did they keep letting them out of jail. Satan, to everyone's surprise was not as bad as Rex or Grimace at least when it came to me. He would just sort of stand there and laugh. Lex however, a.k.a Rex was the worst. I remembered one time I had called Trash a bitch because I was tired of her shit. Rex had came to my class, beat me up in front of all the other kids, ripped off my clothes and then dragged my body to the auditorium where schools all over the city were having a symposium. This happened when we were all kids, too. I couldn't imagine what they would do to me now. "Look, I'm not getting smart with you, Mercedes," I said, a little scared at the fact that Rex was out, "Besides Sampson isn't even gay." She was about to say something, but then I turned to let her know that Sampson was on his way over. He had saved my ass, because I knew she was three seconds away from calling Grimace over to stab my sides or some shit. Sampson gave her the drink. "Hey, hope you two have been getting along," Sampson said smiling, "Your like my two favorite people in the world as of a couple of weeks ago." Trash gave me this stern look, "Oh, Syn and I always get along. Best friends always. Right Syn." "Yeah...sure." "Baby, why don't I show you this new outfit Yolanda bought me." She began to lead Sampson away from her. He waved back and I smiled. It was so fucking weird how she was so nice around Sampson. Trash wasn't nice around anyone, including her best friends. Her friendship with Yolanda seemed to be forced because I was almost sure that Yolanda disliked Trash more then me. Yolanda did suck up to Trash. Everyone sucked up to Trash. The night was going well, besides the fact that Grimace had threatened to shoot a guy who had given him the wrong look. Yolanda had taken me out into the dance floor and introduced me to a couple of people. For almost 2 hours, I was dancing and mixing with the best looking girls that Bushwick had to offer. We were all having the best time until Rex showed up at the party a little after midnight. He made a scene as he walked in as well. He told the D.J to lower the music. Suddenly, I looked at Yolanda. She looked scared and I knew why. Rex was headed her way. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, wondering why she was so afraid. She didn't have a chance to answer. Rex had grabbed her and pulled her toward the stairs. He looked mad as hell. He looked like he was just about to hurt her. I stood by close, knowing that if he hit Yolanda, I would fight him. I would probably die...because I knew he had a gun somewhere on him, but I didn't care. Yolanda was my cousin. "Bitch, where my sister?" he said, with the meanest looking face on. "She's um...she's upstairs." "Go see what she doing. Go through the closet." "But..." "Bitch, go!" Yolanda started walking upstairs and she reached out to bring me with her. She looked a little shaken up as we headed up Trash's stairs. I didn't understand why Yolanda was bringing me with her, but then Yolanda always liked some kind of company. Yet actually as we slowly made it all the way up the stairs, I realized that she was crying. "Yolanda, are you ok," I said stopping her. "Ugh, I'm just sick of Rex," she said. I knew what she meant, I was just as sick of Trash, "I mean, he's always forcing me to go spy on Mercedes. Either way I get in trouble. Its..." "Relax...stop crying," I said softly, "I'll go check on her." "No, you don't exactly know how," Yolanda said, trying to wipe her tears and look brave, "I should go..." "Look, its alright. Just show me how and you go fix yourself up," I said softly with a look in my eye, "I saw the way Shane was staring at you, he wouldn't want to see you teary eyed." I hadn't exactly seen Shane staring at her, but I knew a boy was enough for Yolanda to agree to my proposition. I just didn't want to see her sad and I could tell she didn't want to get more involved in Trash, Rex and their little problems. Yolanda led me to a closet space. She said that the closet that I was going in was connected to Trash's closet and that all I had to do was follow up. She said when I went far enough I would be in Trash's closet and I could see through the closet's blind what Trash was doing. She said that she always was forced by Trash's brothers to see what Trash was doing because they had this overprotective thing going on. "Just make sure that Mercedes and Sampson aren't having sex," she explained. "What if they are?" "Hm...I don't know. I never really caught them. I guess if they are come back and tell me and I'll let them know that Rex is here acting crazy as usual." I nodded and made my way through the closet. I tried to be as silent as possible. The closet space was kind of small which explained why Yolanda was usually sent to spy on Trash. I made my way to the other side of the large closet. It was so dark. I realized that I wasn't in the same closet anymore. I was in a girl's closet. I was in Trash's closet. I could smell the cheap perfume that Trash always seemed to be wearing. I could smell it all over her clothes. I had heard noises, but not really a lot. I had made my way to where I saw a blind. I tried to be as quiet as I could be, but I realized that I didn't really have to be that quiet. The music from downstairs was still blasting even up here. I slowly opened the blind. Shit. I panicked at what I saw. The closet was located at the head of Trash's bed. I was so fucking close to them. I could smell Trash. I could see her. Her hair was just a 2 or 3 feet away from where I was. What made it even worse was that they were indeed having sex. Trash was on her back and Sampson was over her. They both were naked. The smell of sex had wandered into the closet. I could see that Sampson was sweating. He was digging his dick steadily into Trash's pussy. She was on her back, looking all the while like she was enjoying it. I looked at Sampson. His eyes were closed and he sort of looked like he was somewhere else. He kept fucking her steadily over and over. Deeper. The only emotion I felt was lust. I should of felt jealousy, hate, envy and wrath, but was just feeling lust. Sampson's skin glittered with his sweat. I could see back muscles. They were flexing in a way that I had never seen before. My dick began to swell as I saw his arm muscles pinning Trash down to the bed. As she was grunting and all that, he had this sort of silent passion going on. "Fuck me, faster!" she cried out. He didn't even grunt. He was so silent with this concentrating look on his face. I saw as his sexy thighs separated her legs so he could get better access. That was when I got a glimpse of his ass in the mirror. His ass muscles were rounded and under them was a long full ball sack. I couldn't take it anymore. My dick had become like a mountain in my pants! I quickly reached for it and sat back. My dick popped out of my pants and it was more swollen then it had ever been before. It looked like a little monster and my head seemed like it had a heartbeat of itself as it tried to even get harder. I licked my palm and started to work it over my palm. My squirmed a little, not realizing that my arm had rested on a box. The box flipped over, making a small crash in the closet. "Shit!" I found myself saying. I cuffed my hand over my mouth. Sampson's eyes jerked forward. His eyes connected with mine! Shit...oh good..this wasn't supposed to happen! Shit! I began to panic! Sampson had stopped fucking her and he just seemed stuck...almost in shock. He stared in my eyes. I knew he knew it was me. At first it was a weird look, but then the familiar look that he had given to me began to fill his expression. He was still surprised, but then suddenly his face began to calm in recognition. "Sampson, what's wrong?" "No nothing, baby," he said suddenly. I sighed with relief that he hadn't ratted me out. There was nothing else more embarrassing. He began to fuck her again. He was masterful. He strokes were now longer and more harder. She began to groan even more then she was before so I could tell he was putting more dick into her. "God!" I heard him cry out. He had started grunting too. He was looking up at me. Our eyes locked. Trash didn't seem to notice because her eyes were almost sealed shut in the sudden energy that her boyfriend just mustered. Sampson was staring at me the whole time. My eyes did not leave the eyes of Sampson while he was fucking Trash. He knew I was there. He was looking dead into my eyes from the blinds of the closet. He was making more and more noises. He was definitely more alive. He was definitely more vivacious. Our eyes were locked and I could feel these vibes from him that I had never felt before. I knew then... I knew then that he wasn't making love to Trash any longer. I mean, it 'was' his dick that was in her and it was her body that he was over. Yet those muscles weren't tensing because of her. His eyes were set on mine. He was with her but he saw me... "Oh, this is the best ever!" Trash moaned excitedly, "Baby, I...I love you." Shit! What was I thinking? I was sitting here in a closet watching two people have sex while Sampson's eyes locked onto mine as if I was some door knob or something. My eye sight frantically tried to break the lock that Sampson and I had. I shut my eye lids at first only to feel a tear coming out of them. I wondered if Sampson saw the tear. It didn't fucking matter. No matter how much I dreamed that it could be me in that bed instead of her, it wasn't. It was that bitch there. I turned to leave. "No!" It was Sampson. He was looking at the closet. I quickly tried to get in the corner of the closet and tried to hide behind one of her sheets so that I wouldn't be revealed. I saw Trash's eyes spread wide open as she heard him say no. I saw her look over at the closet door and then look back at Sampson. He looked defeated as he realized that he had just broken the discretion that led to his sudden outburst of passion. "Baby, why do you keep looking at the closet?" she asked. My heart skipped a few beats and my chest felt tight. I was afraid to move. I was too close to the bed. I knew that Trash would of heard something, especially if I made a dash and she was listening. "Mercedes..." He looked guilty. I watched as Trash crawled from underneath him, leaving his naked body in a bent over position. I couldn't help but look even if I was going to be caught in a few seconds. His dick was huge, just as I thought it would be. He had the perfect v-shaped torso and pubic hair was neatly trimmed. The condom was still on his dick and it looked like it was full of cum. He must have really been worked up if he had an orgasm and no one noticed. He must have been like a superman to have an orgasm and keep on going like he did. I know that it is strange, but I was getting harder then a motherfucker looking at him naked. "What the hell is in this closet that you keep looking at?" "Mercedes, come back to bed." "No. I want to see what is taking up so much of your attention." She made her way to walk towards the closet. I was scared. There was nothing that I could do now, but wait to be caught. I just did exactly that. I just waited, patiently. I closed my eyes as I felt her hand grabbing at the closet door... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~