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The Journal of Marques Dodd
Chapter Two: What Was Seen...
You know how they say liquor can make the ugliest person look beautiful? So you take them home, get it on, then when you wake up next to them in the morning you find that not only has the liquor has worn off, but so has the beauty, and you're in bed next to a fuckin' jackal? That was me at around 10 this morning, only in a different type of way.
I got up, wonder why I'm in bed butt-naked, then remember last night. I'd taken my sweet time working off that tension, and the resulting orgasm had been one of my better solo efforts in awhile.
The bathroom and nicotine were calling, so I put on some sweat pants and a T-shirt, visit the restroom and go on out to the patio for a cigarette. I don't even deny myself looking across the way at the scene of last night's voyeur experience. It's impossible to see with the sunlight on, so I forget it.
I'm just about to finish my smoke when I hear a door close somewhere nearby. I didn't have to wait to see who it was or where they were coming from. It was the apartment of my neighbor across the way, the same one where I'd seen the little show the night before. And walking out from the apartments and toward the walkway I spy a black kid.
Yes. A black kid.
Now I'm twenty-two, five foot seven, have a young looking face, and a skinny (but healthy) build. But I know a kid when I see one, versus a man that's the size of a kid. This one was shorter than me. From what I could see of his face, it still looked smooth, more kid-ish than man-ish, and like he wasn't even shaving yet. He was dressed in a black T-shirt that had an Abercrombie and Fitch logo on it, a pair of light brown short pants, (the kind that are long enough to go past the kneecap, but not all the way down like those Capri pants) white socks, and a pair of black and white converse high top shoes. The shoes added more to my kid theory because I can't remember the last time I saw any man in some shoes like that. His hair was done in corn-rows and he had a black hat, which he put on once he stepped out into the sun.
I watched as he walked to the end of the complex and disappeared around the corner.
I don't know my neighbor that well. Don't know if it's a male or female who lives in that apartment, if they're black or white, old or young, or if they have kids of their own. All I know is that that kid is who I saw last night butt-naked in front of that entertainment center. It was late when I came home. Like two in the morning. Clearly there were no parents around...unless they were asleep. That could explain why he was doing what he was doing so late. I know I saw him talking to someone, so I'm certain someone else was in the front room with him.
Words? There are none to explain how incredibly nasty I feel right now. My twenty-two year old ass has no business bustin' nuts over a kid! I mean, had I known that he was a kid last night I...just...oh my god. This shit is gonna be burned into my head forever. I wish I could somehow unsee what I saw and undo what I did as a result of it. Guess that's what I get for looking over there in the first place. All I know is that right now, I'm considering my career as a voyeur officially over. I think I need a shower and some church.
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