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confused smiles on their faces.
     
    "BB, what’s so funny?" Brent asked. "Tre, what’s up? You can’t hold your liquor or something? What's going on?"
     
    "Ummm, I can hold it just fine, but…"
     
    "He is an alcoholic!" Curtis finally managed to say as he tried to catch his breath from all his laughter. "Baby, you remember when I told you about my friend who drank a whole bottle of tequila and still managed to drive us both back to our apartments?"
     
    "No, you can't mean that was Tre." Jay said looking at me. I guess they think since I am so little, I wouldn't be able to do that. What Curtis didn't know was that as soon as I got home, I passed out on top of the kitchen table. Don't ask me what I was doing on the table in the first place because I don't remember. As the dinner continued, we all chowed down on our courses, but Brent saw something else worth tasting… our waiter. We all had watched them doing this whole flirting game the whole night. It was funny especially when the waiter passed him a note that caused him to excuse himself from the table for about fifteen minutes.
     
    We got back to the hotel after our dining experience and split off into our separate rooms. I would have followed Curtis into his room, but knowing him, he had a little sexual dessert awaiting Jay in their room. I changed out of my clothes and just put on some sleep pants and called it a night. I tried flipping through the television stations, but nothing really seemed interesting. I watched this special on Christina Aguilera, but turned off the television as soon as it was done. Since I was feeling a bit inspired at the moment, I broke out my notebook to finish with my story. I had written maybe a paragraph when there was a knock on the door. When I answered the door, I found Morris on the other end bare chested wearing only a pair of basketball shorts.
     
    "Wassup?" I hope he didn't notice me staring at his abs and pecs. I just wanted to run my tongue all over his body.
     
    "Can I sleep in here with you tonight?"
     
    Picture it. Here I am in my solitude when in steps a chocolate Adonis in my room wanting to spend the night with me. Hell, I ain’t no fool. I didn't ask any questions. I damn near shoved him in the room and tucked him under the covers with a bedtime story and a warm glass of milk! I guess prayer does work after all. Note to self: pray for Will Smith's hand in marriage. And back to the scene at hand!
     
    Morris walked in and laid back on my bed. Once again, I would like to remind the reading audience that the last time I had a nigga in, on, or around my bed, Mariah Carey was fully clothed and Michael Jackson was working on nose job number three. There are Buddhist monks who have seen more action than me lately. Oh, I live a sad, sad life.
     
    "I am sorry to intrude upon your space like this." Hell, intrude me. Intrude me! "Brent is kind of using our room right now." I started laughing.
     
    "With who?"
     
    "The waiter from earlier. My nigga in there right now probably pounding it out. I think that dude wished I could stay and make it a threesome, but I don't get down like that."
     
    Now, if that wouldn't have been a Kodak moment, I don't know what would be. Three sexy, muscle bound men all sweating, humping away on top of tussled sheets. Carnal juices exploding everywhere while they rear back their heads and scream out obscenities. Woo, sorry. I might need a moment. I kinda got this mental picture in my head that I don't want to let go of. And… I'M BACK!
     
    There were a few minutes a small talk and then Morris cut the television back on. He turned to Sports Center on ESPN and I am definitely not a sports person so I went back to my notebook and pen. I had lost my creative flow and was having a little writer's block. Plus, Morris' chest, stomach, and sculpted arms were getting my full attention.
     
    "What you writing up there?" Morris scooted closer to my position at the head of the bed. "Is that a