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her and the table.
    Sandra reached back, trying to stop me from exiting her. “You’re not going to answer that, are you?” She sounded offended.
    “Nah, I’m just gonna peek out the window to see who it is.Then we can continue our activities in the bedroom. I know I must have been getting a little heavy lying on you like that, and that hard table’s got to be uncomfortable.”
    She gave me a smile as she slid off the table. “No, you and it were just fine. I’ve never done it on a table before, and I like doing new things. I love how spontaneous you are.” She stood up, and I admired her body. Those women in the rap videos didn’t have a thing on her.
    “You were pretty spontaneous yourself. But if you think that was something, let me see who’s at the door and then I’ll be back to show you just how spontaneous I can really get.”
    “I don’t know how you’re gonna top the kitchen table.”
    “Oh, really? Have you ever done it on top of a washing machine on the spin cycle?”
    Sandra shook her head, blushing. “No, but I’m willing to try anything. Tie me up and spank me if you want to. Baby, it’s been a long time since I had lovin’ this good, and I’m ready for everything you got.”
    “My girl. Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” I grinned, chuckling to myself. It never failed. Most of these churchwomen were nothing but a bunch of undercover freaks. The more sanctified they claimed to be, the freakier they were when you finally got them in the bedroom.
    Whoever was at the door knocked again, so I put on my clothes and excused myself. I walked into the living room of my two-bedroom house. My first guess was that the visitor was one of my other lady friends in search of some Sunday afternoon loving. I wasn’t married and made it very clear that I didn’t have a steady woman, so I wasn’t worried about any drama. But what I wasn’t prepared for when I peeked out the window were the two men standing outside my front door. One of the men I knew very well; the other seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on where I knew him from.
    “Crap,” I said out loud.
    “Don’t tell me it’s one of your women, ’cause I don’t do threesomes, and there’s only enough whipped cream for two.”
    I turned to see Sandra standing in the doorway to the kitchen, as naked as the day she was born, with whipped cream smileyfaces on each of her breasts. And she had the nerve to call me spontaneous. I don’t think she would have been so damn spontaneous if she knew who was standing on the other side of my front door.
    “No, but you might want to get rid of the whipped cream and put your clothes back on. Reverend Jenkins is outside, and he’s got someone with him.”
    The color drained from Sandra’s honey-brown face as she went into panic mode. “Oh Lord! What’s he doing here?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know, but they saw me when I looked out the window, so I gotta open the door.”
    “Don’t you open that door,” she threatened as she ran frantically back into the kitchen. I could hear her scrambling to gather up her clothes, and a few seconds later, she was standing in front of me wearing only her bra and panties. As awkward as the situation was, I had to giggle, because her panties were on backward and she looked stupid as hell.
    “I don’t see a damn thing funny,” she said with a pout.
    I didn’t have the heart to tell her about her panties. I just pointed down the hall. “Maybe you should go hide in the bedroom.”
    I didn’t have to tell her twice. She hightailed it down the hall in a flash. Although I was amused by the panties, the last thing either of us wanted was for her to get caught in my house, mainly because there wasn’t an excuse in the world we could come up with for why she was there, other than the truth that we were getting our groove on.
    When I was sure that Sandra was securely hidden in my bedroom, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then opened