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I was relaxing in the driver's seat of DD's Chevrolet the seat was pushed back to accommodate my stretched-out frame. My eyes were carefully scanning the crowd. The night was packed with vehicles lining the street sides and patrons dancing and vibing.

I smiled as forwards and pull-ups ring out into the night, permeated by sounds of bikes revving and a few football horns. My eyes followed movements in the solitude searching for one person.

The night was going on fine and the selectors were holding down their segments well, but I could not find it in me to enjoy myself.

Where the hell was she? Shelly said she was going to be here.

I had left after hours of hanging out with DD, his friends and their girls at a private Boothe on the jam-packed lawn. I was through pretending to want to party with the sexy little Browning who was giving off vibes that spoke of more than a few dry humping and more so of hardcore bedroom bump and grinding.

It had been nice to have her body all up on mine, but I knew if I encourage her advances I would be tangled up in more than I ask for. I did not come back to have myself in any of the woman drama that I heard was going around.

It seems that every girl here was some way up in the flavour of some other woman's man. By the looks of some devious stares and a few wild cheering to a few of the selector's choice songs that have to do with throw words tune, it was clear that the hotties here were brewing for a war.

Even the selector that was now busy shelling the final segment before the dancehall jugglings were up to his neck in the mix-up.

Things almost escalated to a fevered high when Simone who had come over to check if we were kool and enjoying ourselves (but mostly to check up pan her bunna man) was just in time to see two young girls flair up when Little D filled the lawn with Lady Saw's I got Your Man.

....Your man he told me
That he's tired of the shit you got
He took one hit
And said my good shit keeps him coming back
He likes it tight
And said your shit is just a little slack
Girl, don't get mad at me
I'm only telling you the fact...

The young selector, who I later found out name is Kronazz, was holding tightly onto a tall, curvy, body, chocolate skin woman in a tiger print halter top jumper doing his best to calm her; tempers were flaring as the words hit close to home.

There was a slightly shorter woman in black skin-hugging leather pants with hips to die for and a tight-fitting white lace deep v-cut neck spaghetti top ready to pounce on the gyrating girls who were thoroughly enjoying their provoking of the two women who looked old enough to be their mothers and that was not me being rude as the women look good.

There was also another guy dressed rather stylishly standing there. He wore a look of mild amusement on a boyishly handsome face. He said something to the selector after Simone lead the still fuming tigress away. The selector gave him a quick nod before he followed the leather-clad woman out of the lawn.

The two women I later discovered from Shelly were Peggy's friends. Simone was the selector's girl sisterinlaw. I wanted to know who the guy was that left with the other woman but I said nothing as I did not want to know that he was Peggy's lover.

It seems that here in Jamaica love triangles were out and everyone was broaching on any shape they could fit into their romance.

I adjusted the seat to the upright position and let my mind drift from the night's event. I was also trying to quell my disappointment at not seeing Pat when a Honda Civic Hatchback pulled into the space in front of the Jeep. I sat there thinking I best tell DD I was leaving.

My hand reach for the door handle and paused there as the one of the woman from the flair-up earlier exit from the car and on some saucy hip moves made her way to the lawn entrance. I smiled liking her ability to move away from the unfortunate event of earlier and enjoy herself.

I pull the door and made to push it open but my actions died from any further movement as the woman who I have spent agonising hours waiting for emerge from the back of the car.

My mouth went dry, my heart suddenly seem to beat irregularly in my chest and my palms were suddenly sweaty.

"Bomboclaat," I breathe as my eyes drank in the image of her standing there only a short distance from me.

The lanky sixteen-year-old girl had gone and in her place was a full bloom woman. I thought she was stunning earlier today when we shared a taxi, but now the adequacy of words to describe her was a jumbled mess of need.

I wanted her then at sixteen all shy, unsure but very much filled with a determination that I admired. Though she was now twenty-five and almost nine years have passed, that need has gone nowhere.

Earlier today I had not gotten a chance to fully take her in with me being preoccupied and she had practically pulled an Elaine Thompson when she got out of the taxi.

Now I let my eyes travel slowly over her, from the top of her high bun down to the tip of her white sneakers. As my eyes travelled up slower I let them caress her shapely calves, her now rounder thighs, hips more defined and busts that to my surprise had moved up a few cup sizes.

I let my eyes linger on her as I secretly sat watching her. I like the way her slim frame had all the right curves in all the right places. She had grown into adulthood quite well.

The pictures she posted on her Facebook account had given me an idea but to see it in person was far more pleasurable.

Yes looking at her was a pleasure. The sight of the body-hugging romper gave me just a taste of the pleasure I wanted to gain from her.

I licked my lips and made to open the door. I was going to let her know that I was here and was pretty much ready to pick up the pieces that were left scattered by circumstances I was not able to back then stop.

I was almost out of the jeep when I saw the car by which she stood the driver's door open and the handsome guy of earlier who had piqued my interest stepped out and held onto her hand.

A possessiveness that only she was able to evoke in me grips me. I push the door open and purposefully slammed it shut but as I move toward her my path was blocked by a familiar figure with two rum cups and two magnum bottles in her hand.

The sound of the slamming door has alerted Pat and when she looked to where the sound came I was standing there with a sexy slim woman clad in a revealing black shorts onesie leaning suggestively against the bonnet of the jeep and blocking my path.

Our eyes met and held just like they did in the taxi and just like then she was so close yet very much out of my reach. I move to go to her but the hand that held the magnum bottles was placed against my chest in an attempt to stop my retreat.

"Where yuh goin?"

I look down at her as she nestled closer to me sending the scent of marijuana, liquor and a scent too strongly floral assailing my nostrils.

"Let's go in the car, I have something for yuh."

Her tongue flickered across her lips and themulti-colored tongue ring she wore gave other indications. I saw her lips broaden in a suggestive smile when she knew I got what she meant.

I smiled down at her and grip her hand on my chest which was slowly slipping down the front of the denim shirt I wore with the sleeves rolled up to the leather elbow patch.

"Thanks but I..."

I look away from her as I began to speak my refusal only to see that Pat and the handsome straight face guy with the stylish cornrows were disappearing through the gates of the lawn.

I swore under my breath and took the hand that I was earlier going to push away and went back into the jeep.

If I can't be with the one I need, I best make use of the one am with. I settled myself in the seat and watch as she reached for the buckle of my belt as I took one of the magnums. As the crick crack of the magnum cork broke from its seal so did my ready and willing member.

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