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June 16, 2002, and it was another scorcher. It had to have been hotter than the day before. Meesa slept naked just to keep cool the night before. She couldn't take the heat anymore. So she decided, while she still had Destiny's car, she would go to the local Wal-Mart and buy another air conditioner. It was 9:00 a.m., and a Monday, and Wal-Mart was already packed.

Meesa finally made it through the long line and paid for her new air conditioner. The damn thing was so heavy she had to have one of the guys who worked there help her get it to the car. In front of her building, Meesa was struggling trying to get the heavy air conditioner out of the back seat of the car. Loud bass came bumping up her street. Meesa stood up to look to see if it was somebody she knew. Black, riding in his truck, saw her and was going to keep going, but decided to stop.

Rolling her eyes, Meesa wondered what he was doing out at that time of morning. Quickly she remembered Brandy and the night before. He must have just dropped her off at home she thought to herself. Black parked his car on the other side of the street, and sat for a moment, wondering why he stopped in the first place.

Meesa played it like she didn't even notice him. He knew she did though, smiling to himself, liking her strong will. Meesa was becoming agitated with the air conditioner, not knowing how she was going to get it out of the car. Black had finally stepped out of his truck and was now standing on the opposite side of the Altima.

“You know you can't lift that, so why you tryin?” He questioned.

Finally looking up, Meesa felt the blood run from her head to her toes and back. Black had that effect on her, and he knew it. He stood before her black as night. With his shoulder length locks, almond shaped coal black eyes, perfectly trimmed goatee, athletic build, pearly white teeth, lying beneath his medium sized kissable lips, there stood beauty and all that it was.

“Instead of asking stupid questions, why don't you help me Black?” She responded.

“I don't think you're in the position to be getting smart, Shorty.”

“Look will you help me get this upstairs to my apartment or what.” She asked aggravated. He loved seeing her angry and the way she pouted.

“Yeah I'll help you.”

“Thank you.”

They carried the air conditioner to her apartment on the third floor. Huffing and puffing, she asked him if he'd like something to drink. He said yeah, like she asked a dumb question, being that he'd done most the work. She poured them both a glass of juice since it was still breakfast time.

Black looked around her little apartment liking what he saw. She had taste, and everything in her apartment went together quite well. It was very girlie to him though, too girlie. There were no signs of a man around. Meesa sat next to him and handed him his glass of juice. They sat in silence for a minute or two, not knowing what to say.

“So, you have fun last night?” She finally asked.

“Yeah, it was cool for what it was.” She wondered why he could never give her a straight answer.

“Well, thanks for helping me with the air conditioner.” She said, not knowing what else to say.

“You're welcome Shorty.” He said, while finishing the last of the drink, standing ready to leave.

Meesa stood and walked him to the door. “Thanks again.”

Turning to face her not really wanting to leave but knowing he should, he said, “a'ight Shorty.”

Looking at her for the first time, he really saw how beautiful Meesa was. He never saw anything like her before. She was breathtaking, with no make-up, T-shirt and cut off jogging pants on, she looked good. If she wasn't a rat, he would hop on her, he thought to himself.

“Bye.” Meesa said, as he turned to leave.