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hairless, especially my touchable long stem legs. They gave me the modelesque height of a staggering five foot nine. In my opinion, no other bitch could top my impeccable beauty. My confidence would never be broken. Looking at him in his fitted Armani black business suit, I gathered his wouldn’t either. I hated his virtuous face.
    Look at him sitting there with his low well-tapered jet-black hair cut. His green eyes were so bright and colorful the trees envied him. They were so dreamy, emitting sex every time he stared at me. His lips were thin and resembled that of a porcelain doll. He was Caucasian, but liked to tan to add a deep glow to his already lightly bronzed skin. His arms, legs, and chest only adorned very minimal fine hair, which complimented his six-foot physique.
    He stayed fit. All of his old pictures showed him, the star athlete playing basketball, football and soccer. But, he hated to go to the gym. Something about them pissed him off. Maybe it was the fact that everyone there eyed whoever was around, sizing him or her up as they worked out. Whatever it was, he did not need it anyway. All he ever did was eat right and bang out a few push-ups every now and then.
    With little effort, his body stayed looking like that of a sixteen-year-old stallion. His tailored made business suits filled his physique impeccably, and his expensive taste in clothes left the females with wet panties every time they laid eyes on him. He was the type of man that would go to ends of the earth for a friend in need. A good heart through and through. I used to be that way, in unison with him. But, lately I didn’t know who I was anymore.
    We drove well; lived even better in our two story, five bedroom three bathroom single brick family home. It was supposed to be full of life by now, with the pitter-patter of little feet and beautiful flowers all around. But, instead it was a five thousand square foot designer decorated frozen shell. Though beautiful, quiet, and in a great little cul de sac, it was still in the middle of wealthy suburbia hell, Schaumburg, IL. My eyes followed the lines on the wooden table up to his face while he continued to stare down into his favorite newspaper.
    I slid into the seat directly across from him, my mug in tow. It seemed like our house being dead and silent did not bother him at all. He was impassive, a trait that I loathed about him. I wished I could walk through life and not let the death of my own flesh and blood bother me either. Life was not that simple for me. However, nothing seemed to worry Chino on that level.
    I was sure he felt like he was the finest man in the whole law office. If not he definitely thought he was the most qualified. His daddy was a partner at the firm but Chino, only having been at Pumpkin and Strode for six years, needed to work his way up the ladder just like everybody else. He had been passed up for partner so many times it almost made his head spin. It was one of the most prestigious law offices in the entire Chicago land area.
    Getting a top dollar spot was not the easiest thing to do. Besides, his daddy never cut him any slack. Chino’s blue blood background was not enough to dick his way to the top like most spoiled rich kids. Nope, his daddy made his only child work from the ground up; said it built integrity. Pleasing his daddy weighed heavily on his mind daily. He never showed weakness though. Lawyers who did that never made judge, so his daddy drilled into his head.
    He was also the youngest in his firm at only thirty-three. So, when I brought my fresh twenty three year old ass up in there five years ago to be his temp, all of the washed up old office sluts were eyeing me down like a hawk. They knew this little middle class black girl from the South Side of Chicago was about to invade on their soil. Nonetheless, I was ready to battle on enemy territory to get what I wanted.
    I may not have been as college educated as they were but my mouthpiece was the business