The PlayGround ~ Bomaw "Your name? I'm Marcus." He leaned toward Rochelle so she could look him in the eyes. He had lovely eyes surrounded by long sooty lashes and knew it, they were his mother's eyes. "Marcus huh?" "Yeah, Marcus, what shall I have the pleasure of calling you?" "How old are you boy?" "Boy? Legal as they come." He grinned with that McPherson grin. "I know a boy when I see one, you a big boy, but-..." "So you've spoken to a few girls I know, huh?" Rochelle laughed, "Yeah right." "Why you say, yeah right? This said gazing into her eyes, then down at her lips. "Just thinkin', they start so young." She murmured. "They? I'm a McPherson, no comparison. Ha! Come on, don't be like that, your name?" "Rochelle, if you must know. How old are you?" "Old enough." "Old enough, for what?" He sat back stretching his long leg under her chair, keeping his eyes on her. "Old enough to add something unforgettable to your night. Want one to remember? I do, I want it to be with you." Rochelle started laughing, "Boy, you want it bad, neva' seen no white boy dive in like that." Marcus grinned, he knew the game, if she wanted to laugh at him, let her. "Who said I was a white boy?" "Ah, hellooo? I know what I'm lookin' at! Dish water blonde, the features, white-boy written all over you, just been tannin' � that's all." "I'm Puerto Rican, if you must know." "Liar." "You ever see a white boy my color? I'm like this all year around. Puerto Rican sweetheart, in fact, Mundo and Crystal, my halves." "Half what?" "Siblings." "If you lying and you know it, clap your hands!" She laughed singing. "True, no lie, and Ben, he's my cousin." "Uh huh, got you! Thought he was Crystal's step-brother?" He smiled, flexed his brows mannishly, "You ever hear the song, I am my own grandpa?" She exploded into laughter. "It's complex, if I start breakin' it down to you, could take all night, rather be doing something else, all night." He flirted boldly. "Boy, you wouldn't know what to do with me, if you tried." "Oooh, let me try, please? I'll give it my best - promise." "You think you gone just walk up in here, dance a few dances, give me the eye, talkin' all smooth and I'm just gone give it up to you?" "I have two condoms on me; on the way, I'll pick up a couple more 3 packs, that should help." "That should help?" She drew back, eyes wide. "Yeah, I always ate my spinach, I'm a big strong boy, like Popeye, his arms and legs bulged big on him, and well - spinach did the same for me, just � someplace else.� Rochelle laughed out loud shaking her head, looking him over, "Yeah, right..." She couldn't believe him, "...what would you do, if I shocked you, made you put up and prove all that?" she played with the idea, he was young and good looking. "If I were you, I would... put me to the test, make me - prove it." He pressed. Her mind was thinking, her body reminding her, about she hadn't had herself a man in a long time, after all, she was trying to be good. Last time, 7 months ago, too long. He could see she was considering, sitting forward, he reached over taking her slender fingers in his, gesturing towards the door, "Come on, all these women, I spotted you from across the room. Ben said, when I asked your name-..." "Ah, you already knew my name." "Yeah, I did. Ben said, you would probably chew me up, spit me out. Is that true?� "He said that huh?" "Yeah." "Hmph, you young, you can take it." "I don't know, you're gonna have to put me through it � to see." Rochelle sighed, looked him over, what could it hurt? ... Sorry - ran out of room... ======= Just a shaved down scene from Bomaw...