Finding Out
"Did...did Marcus say if he was going to be there?" your girlfriend asked you with a shy tone in her voice.
"Marcus?"
"You know, that...that friend of yours from college."
"I think so, why?"
She shrugged. "I...I was just wondering," she said. "He seems nice, what's his deal, anyway?"
"Deal?" you asked. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, is he...is he seeing anyone?"
"No, he's single."
"Really," she said, "I'm surprised."
"Why?"
"He's cute, I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend."
"Cute?"
"Hot, really," she said.
"Amber! Wait, are you...you're not..."
She gave you a look. "Maybe," she said. "I...I've never been with a black guy before. You ever see him in the shower or in the gym? Is it true, what they say?"
"What do they say?" you asked, voice shaking.
She shrugged. "Maybe I'll just find out for myself."
"Yes, I think that's the best thing to do. You introduce us and then after a short time, I want you to drift off somewhere else. I fully expect that I'll end up going back to his place with him, so you can make your own way home. I'll give you a ring in the morning to pick me up."
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