"He hasn't spoken a word to me all morning" Kaya sobbed as she turned to her gay best friend Corey and her grandmother.

Kaya had called an emergency brunch all though she hated to eat in public places, she desperately needed someone to vent to.

She had known Corey since high school, he was a high strung, a high spirited gay man who channeled his inner Yonce whenever possible.

Today he decided to grace Kaya with his Chanel Heels, ripped black skinny jeans, and a crop top that said, "Pride comes in several shades, so have a seat".

Corey's personality was as loud and rude as his highlighter and lip shade.

Kaya's grandmother, on the other hand, was a quiet, sweet reserved woman in her late eighties. She didn't have any teeth and suffered from dementia. Her memory would waver in and out but on a good day, she could have a conversation.

Corey flipped his strawberry blonde wig to the side, letting his bangs flow neatly to the side as he crinkled his nose, "Why did you bring, Godmother Time with you?? all her ancient dust is cramping my style and matting up my make-up" he complained dabbing his oily forehead.

Kaya rolled her eyes, "You know that every Tuesday we spend time together, after all, she raised me for part of my life"

Corey pursed his lips, "well you need to take her back to Bethlehem, and leave her dinosaur ass where you found her" he snapped annoyed.

Kaya gasped, "that's not how you talk to an elderly person" she scolded.

Corey put a long fingernail in Kaya's face, as he waved his hand dramatically, "no that is how you talk to a fossil, and second of all you know I have love for this expired crust bucket" he smiled flickering his butterfly eyelashes.

To the naked eye, it might seem as if Kaya and Corey were arguing but that was simply the nature of their friendship.

Kaya was bullied all through middle school and high school and Corey had been her only friend, who had stepped in and defended her. His rudeness was simply him showing his love and protection towards his best friend.

"You need a man!" Nana croaked startling both Kaya and Corey.

Corey grabbed his chest looking at Kaya's grandmother with surprise, "well damn it, go ahead and call life alert, she has risen from her prehistoric state" he laughed.

Kaya nibbled softly on her muffin, "I called you here to help me, not fight with Nana" she snapped.

Corey looked her square in the eye, giving her attitude for days, "I don't fight with spirits" he said dryly, "but you're right you have a real problem. Your problem started when you tried to turn your man's penis into a spicy Chalupa. You guys are newlyweds you don't need these type of problems." he pointed out.

Kaya groaned trembling, "I know! I messed up!"

Corey held her hand softly, "honey pea, you done burned hell and fire on that man and his Oscar-Myer wiener, like you were roasting it over a campfire! Keith just needs some time to recover" he hiccuped sadly in a dramatic manner.

Nana chirped up, "show him," she said before slumping over in her chair and snoring.

Corey's eye lit up, "I think ancient cavewoman has a point," he said excitedly.

Kaya listened, "What, I'll do anything!" she pleaded.

Corey clapped his hands together, "so show him that you're trying, do something brave and bold." he suggested.

Kaya rubbed her chin thinking hard, "well I could open a window in the house before noon" she suggested happily.

Corey raised a concerned eyebrow, as he leaned forward to whisper, "What the fuck is going on at your house? You got this man in penitentiary?? first, you tortured him this morning with acid lava, and now this...."

Corey looked at her suspiciously, "are you okay bish? I know you got issues but this is starting to sound like some type of horror movie. You know the type with the happy family and then one of them turns out to be on some killer bullshit" he explained speaking quickly.

Kaya dismissed his side remarks waving her hand to the side, "No, I'm afraid that during an earthquake the glass on the window might shatter, and then the wind will come in from outside...." she shivered thinking of that daunting scenario.

Corey nodded, taking a long pause waiting for his friend to finish explaining,"....uhh? for a moment I thought that was going somewhere" he coughed looking away with embarrassment.

He took a sip of his lemonade, "just show him that you love him in safer ways" he emphasized the last few words, "think of something that he's always wanted from you and do it. It will show your man that your fears aren't you and that you will keep trying" he advised.

Kaya thought hard, she looked down at her homemade yarn skirt, and almost jumped, "I got it! I know what I'm going to do" she said hurriedly.

Corey smacked his lips together while popping his gum, "okay you dry-hoe just make sure you don't hurt his little wee-wee saw-saaaage" joked using his fake French accent.

Corey turned his head toward Nana who slumped over in her seat snoring with food still in her mouth. Corey placed a finger against her neck to check her pulse, "friend, you might want to check on Genesis over here. She looks tattered, dusty and on her last breath" he said noticing her stiff still body.

He shook Nana's shoulders wildly screaming in her ears, "World War One please get up! I know you think you sleeping but never trust a nap!! Naps are tiny windows of death and you stay napping" he carried on, "you nap so many damn times they call it eternal sleep!" he hollered.

Corey snapped his fingers in Nana's wrinkled face, "Get up negro, arise before Christ do" he hummed.

Nana moved fluttering her small wrinkly eyes open, "is it you God?" she asked lifting her old tired hands up to Corey's face.

Corey laughed with relief, "she's good she just left us for a moment to visit her past lives" he announced.

Kaya smiled, "I really wish you would stop that" she whispered but she knew better than to ask Corey to be anything other than himself.

"And I wish you'd go on ahead and make your man happy," he said giving Kaya a soft sweet peck on the cheek.

He clutched his bright red purse before turning to Nana, "I can't kiss you, you old bat that will send you to paradise too early. God doesn't like visitors" he winked.

Nana shrugged as she rocked back and forth humming to herself.

Kaya gently pushed her Nana's wheelchair quickly along, not even bothering to check for cracks in the sidewalk this time, she had a lot of work to do.

Keith's eyes scanned the paperwork, laid out on his desk. His face concentrated softly on the task in front of him, "Esme please come into my office please" he said annoyed.

Esme was his new assistant who couldn't seem to do anything right.

She rushed in, almost tripping over, "Yes Mr. Magono" she squeaked.

Keith refrained from smiling. Esme was hardworking and driven, but she was also ditzy and absent-minded. And not that Keith noticed but she was also extremely beautiful, with her tan latin skin, flowing curls, and vibrant green eyes.

She had curvy wide hips and a small waist. There was something naturally subtle, soft and mother like about her beauty that matched her intelligence and desire to work hard.

"Could you please put my paperwork in alphabetical order and not numerical" Keith winced shifting uncomfortably in his desk chair.

Esme nodded, barely able to breathe in her skin-tight dress, "Is something wrong?" she asked noticing the extreme amount of pain her boss was in.

Keith stared through his Versace frames, looking blankly at Esme, "Excuse me?" he asked in a professional tone.

Esme hesitated but closed the office door so that they could have some privacy, "Come on Keith, I heard you screaming this morning from the restroom. I think the whole office did, now you're wincing in pain. I could have sworn you were getting tear-eyed earlier in the conference call" she said coming towards him.

Keith crossed his legs, his hazel eyes glared at Esme through agitated smoke screens, "You are not here to discuss personal details with me. I am your boss and although the concern is appreciated it's completely inappropriate" he said sternly.

Keith handed her the files coldly, "alphabetical" he said before looking down at his paperwork.

Esme stood frozen in humiliation and horror, she didn't mean to cross any lines. She stuttered an apology as she walked away hiding her face in her hands.

Keith's eyes softened as he looked at her, he remembered what it was like to come to a new job, and just want to impress your boss. She was young and inexperienced in the business world and she truly meant no harm.

Keith motioned her back, "I apologize, It's been a rough week," he said ushering her to sit.

Esme blushed looking down, "We've all noticed," she remarked.

She reached out her hand to touch his shoulder, "I don't want to cross any lines, I just meant as your friend I was concerned about your health, and as your business advisor, I was wondering if your condition will affect the company" she stated.

Keith laughed grabbing his side joyously, "No Esme I'm not dying" he said between breaths.

Esme sighed slumping over, "thank God, I'm not ready to take over" she smiled.

Keith fidgeted nervously, it was a long time since he had a friend. The business world was rough, it was all about sabotage and watching your back, it was about trusting no one, but when his marriage and world was falling apart it felt good to look at someone and laugh.

"My wife and I are having issues" he confessed taking a sip of his black coffee. He leaned back in his chair breathing for the first time today, it honestly felt good to unload his problems.

A light flowery rose fragrance filled the room as Esme's curls playfully bounced and shadowed her light fleecy movements, "At least you're blessed with a marriage" she said sadly looking down at her naked ring finger.

Her fiance had died in a car accident a few months ago, it had devastated her.

Keith looked back at his friend sharing her sadness with silent thoughts. He wanted to give her a hug but decided not to.

Esme long swan-like neck tilted gracefully up making her elegance and pose as she looked away from his warm mesmerizing hazel eyes, "anyways that doesn't explain the pain" she said cutting straight to the point.

Keith's face flushed as he stuttered , "I accidentally spilled sanitizer on my penis," he lied because the truth was more embarrassing.

Esme covered her mouth in shock, "oh my! go to the hospital!" she explained.

Keith laughed, "It's okay it will burn for a little bit, but it will be okay" he promised.

Esme looked skeptically at his crotch, "are you sure?" she asked.

Keith rolled his eyes, "yes" he answered.

Esme surprised Keith by reaching across his desk, she took his hands and placed with hers.

Esme's breath smelled of honey as she whispered, "Did you accidentally reach for the sanitizer instead of the lotion?" She winked.

Keith gently removed his hands from hers, "let's just end this conversation and get back to work" he said firmly.

Esme made a face but didn't protest.

Keith was missing his wife dearly right about now, Esme reminded him that no matter how hard their situation was, someone else was always wishing to be in their position, and he was blessed to have a partner even if it was difficult.

Keith sighed as the burning sensation sizzled out, turning into a dull throbbing sharp pain. He had been so upset this morning that he had forgotten to tell his queen that he loved her, and if anything happened to her than all of his fears would have come through.

Keith picked up his phone, smiling happily as he heard the voice on the other end, "Hi baby" his deep voice fell below a deep tempo as he spoke lovingly.

"Hello," Kaya said surprised, her voice sounded strained and nervous, "are you okay?!" she sobbed becoming hysterical.

"I'm fine baby, I just wanted to tell you I love you" he murmured.

Kaya stopped hyperventilating, you could her voice steady out with relief, "I love you too but please don't call me, you know how afraid I am of phone conversations like this" she told him.

Keith chuckled, "sorry hun I just couldn't waste another second without saying it" he confessed.

"Bye!" Kaya said cutting him short.

Keith wasn't bothered by this, to him, this was the only fear of hers that made sense.

For Kaya's fourteenth birthday she received a cell phone and she couldn't be more excited. At school she passed out her number to almost everyone, and always kept it close to her. She couldn't wait to receive her first phone call.

Sadly, her first phone call was from her mother to inform her that her father passed away.

Ever since that day Kaya was afraid of phones, or more to receive another message she couldn't bear.

Keith's stomach growled hungrily, he groaned looking at the clock, he had four more hours of paperwork before he could go home and eat his wife's delicious food.

Time flew by as Kaya worked hard at home, looking after her grandmother and creating a masterpiece. She had collected stickers, beads, jewels, popcorn, newspaper clippings, cotton, cat fur and anything else she thought looked appealing to the eye.

She squealed looking at the time. Any second now her husband would walk through the door.

She looked at herself in the mirror, checking three times and then twice over making sure she was perfect.

She adjusted the goggles on her head, and then turned off all the lights and waited.

"My grave! My grave" her grandmother shrilled from the other room.

Kaya shushed her, "It's just dark in here, now please be quiet so I can surprise my husband" she yelled.

Kaya listened to the familiar rattling sound of his keys, turning into the lock and then she burst forth in one huge leap.

Keith screamed, it was a high pitch scream of terror as he saw a bright-eyed bushy clown, dumpster diving looking creature coming towards him.

He scrambled for the lights and discovered to his horror that the situation before him wasn't any better, "It's me, Keith!" Kaya said smiling.

Keith blinked rubbing his eyes, he gulped looking at the horrific sight before him. His wife was naked but had every unpleasant thing stuck to her body. Her teeth were blue as if she had chewed a marker, trash was glued to her, pieces of paper were stuck in her hair, popcorn around her neck, and oily gunks of slime ran down her face, not to mention the glitter and jewels in her ass crack.

"What..what?" Keith stammered looking lost.

Kaya smiled doing a confident twirl around her husband, "I remembered how you wanted me to role play, to be sexy and dress up" she explained, "so I looked at magazines today to help me figure out fashion" she explained happily.

She pointed to a fuzzy trail down her behind, it was full of popcorn, children's glitter and stick on jewels, "I made a thong"

"And this is something I see celebrities wear called nipple stickers" she pointed to something that resembled bandages on her nipples.

"I also wanted to go for a wet sultry slicked back hairdo, but I didn't have anything to control my hair so I put lots of glue and honey in it," she said trying to do a sexy pose for her husband but instead she looked constipated.

Keith winced, "and let me guess the makeup on your eyes and lips is from markers?" He prayed he was wrong.

Kaya nodded yes, "and food dye," she said proudly.

She wrapped her arms around her husband, "and the rest is paper clippings, fur, and anything else shiny I could find around the house. The magazine said to wear things that draw attention to yourself" she explained.

Keith wanted to laugh and then cry, he was now completely sure he was married to a case or a tiny child who had been left for the day by themselves and destroyed everything.

Kaya read the disappointed and bewildered look on his face, "what did I do now?" she cried out in anger and frustration.

Keith sighed pulling her into his lap, he gently removed the taped on pennies from her earlobes, "This is my fault, I made you think that you needed to be someone else, you are beautiful and you don't need this" he assured her.

He gently removed the trail of popcorn off her chest, the stickers, the glitter and some unidentifiable things from her body, "I shouldn't have been upset with you this morning, and I should have communicated more. This is the power of oral that our therapist meant, the part where we talk to each other. I'm sorry for not trying" he apologized.

Keith smiled gently rubbing her color stained lips and helping her detach herself from sticky items, "this sweetie is my waxing strips" he chucked, "not nipple stickers and I'm not even going to bother to remove it, God forbid my wife does not have any nipples" he teased softly.

Kaya sighed letting a tear fall down her cheek, "what's wrong with me?" she sobbed quietly.

Keith pulled her into his arms, "nothing you are perfectly wonderful and ridiculous" he promised gently tugging on the scraps between her buttcheeks.

He pointed towards their bathroom, "now take a shower please so I can kiss the recognizable face of my wife" he joked.

Kaya laughed flirtatiously winking at me, "I dare you to kiss me now" she whispered.

Keith pulled her into him grabbing her by her bare waist, "Oh yeah? and if I don't accept this dare?" he teased right back.

Kaya pulled him closer so that her soft full lips tickled the side of his ear, "then you won't get the pleasure of kissing me in the shower" she replied seductively slipping her small hand into the open slit of his pants zipper, reaching for the man of steel underneath.

That was all Keith needed to hear, he scooped her up in his arms and pinned her up against the living room wall, crushing her with his lips. Honey dripped from her skin to his, as he tasted her sweet mixture. Their tongues lashed and danced like two diving swans headed for warm waters.

Kaya shivered under his assault, feeling the smooth tiny bumps on his tongue probe her insides exploring her mouth deeply. She moaned as he bit down softly on her neck and railed his big calloused fingers down her spine creating beautiful abrasions. Kaya felt the flames of his passion as he roughly examined every inch of her flush sensitive chocolate skin.

Keith's nose flared like a raging bull, as he lost control, trembling under her slippery cream like texture. He felt her breast graze roughly against his chest, like rugged cloth creating friction under diamonds.

Keith's body was a slave to her submission, his deep butchered breaths and uncontrollable groans left them in a paradox of mindless swaying desire.

The hunger of a newborn animal ignited inside of Keith, as he took what was his. Kaya dropped to her knees facing his growing erection.

"No hands this time" he murmured lost in the haze of lust. He gently picked his wife up and carried her to the shower, their lips never parting.

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