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over further, damn near touching her toes.  I widened her ass cheeks, and quickly filled up her insides with my juices.  I took deep breaths while still holding her hips. 
                “I hope you’re not upset with me,” I said, panting.
                My dick flopped from her soaking pussy, as she turned to face me. “No, Kiley, I’m not upset. I know you’ll make it up to me—soon.  If anything, we’re just preparing ourselves, right?”
                I nodded, gave Ginger a kiss on the cheek, and zipped my pants.  After we wiped up in the bathroom, she started on dinner again and I headed downstairs to check out Desmon’s room. 
                The basement muggy, and had one small window so it was hard for me to see.  When I reached for the light switch, it didn’t even work.  I saw a lamp next to his twin sized waterbed, so I reached for it and turned the light on.  I figured by looking around his room, I could learn something about him. Long hanging black beads covered the doorway, and posters of Bob Marley hung on damn near every wall. Along side of them, were pictures of naked women and ashtrays with smoked blunts in them were on the floor.  Since he played football, he had trophy’s everywhere and a plaque that named him last year’s most valuable player.  I saw a few framed pictures on his entertainment center, but none of them was of me.  He had one of Ginger, and the other had to be of his friends, and possibly a girlfriend.  She was rather attractive, and since the Abrams men pretty much had good taste in women, I was sure there was some type of connection with her.  Lastly, I opened his closet and finally knew where all the money Rufus sent had been spent.  He had all kinds of name brand clothes and shoes that filled the closet to its capacity.  I couldn’t believe it, and as I reached for one of his leather jackets, a letter fell out.  When I opened the letter, so I thought, it was actually his report card from last quarter.  He had three D’s and three F’s.  Days missed showed 28 and GPA wasn’t worth a damn. It was obvious that neither was the school for allowing him to play football.    
    I folded the report card to put it back into his pocket, and that’s when another light came on.  I quickly turned my head, seeing Desmon standing at the bottom stair. He stared at me with his hazel eyes and I stared back. My heart raced at a fast pace, as I felt Kareem looking in my direction. Desmon slowly walked over by me, and without saying a word, he closed his closet.
                I stood shirtless and held my arms out. “Can I get a hug, a hello or something?”
                “Can I get you to stay the fuck out of my room?” he barked.
                I cocked my head back. “Well, damn.  I was just trying to check you out, that’s all.”
                “Yeah, well, I don’t need to be checked out.” He took his NYC cap and jacket off, tossing them on the bed.  He then picked up his basketball, fell back on the bed and twirled the ball on his finger.
                “So, I see you like basketball too, huh?” I said.  He gave me a blank stare, rolled his eyes and continued to twirl the ball. I folded my arms in front of me. “What’s your beef, Desmon? I’m not gonna kiss your ass to find out, but I’m curious to know.  I’ve tried to contact…”
                “I ain’t got no muthafucking beef—so there.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like some privacy.”
                “I do mind.  We need to get a few things straight—right here and right now.  Whether you like it or not, I am your father.  You will respect me and…”
                “Man, please,” he said, waving me off and getting off the bed. “Gone on out of here with that bullshit.  You need to…”
                His tone didn’t sit right with me, so