My Super Tiny Teeny-Weeny Ex - 20

Quinton and I had gotten to the place where we chatted almost everyday on instant messenger. Quinton always brought a smile to my face when his chat box popped up. He was one of the reasons why I looked forward to going to work each day. The conversations did get a bit racy, but since he was not even in my same state I shrugged it off as harmless.

QLaRowe: Hey sweetheart. How’s it going this morning.

KChristopher: Great – how are you?

QLaRowe: Cool. What you got on today

KChristopher: You know me, I’m keeping it hot. A skirt, boots. Something simple but sexy.

QLaRowe: Send me a pic

KChristopher: Nope

QLaRowe: Why are you so scared to do stuff? What harm is a picture gonna do? Geez.

KChristopher: I got work to do, don’t you?

QLaRowe: You need to let me work on you. That’s alright. I know where to get pictures from. I look at your picture on Facebook every day.

KChristopher: You need to quit it.

QLaRowe: You should post some new ones up there. That way you don’t have to be a chicken about sending it to me.

He had a point.

KChristopher: I might do that later.

QLaRowe: Post a back shot.

KChristopher: See now you trippin’

QLaRowe: I still remember what you looked like when you were trying to run out of the casino. I purposely stayed a few steps behind you just so I could enjoy the view.

KChristopher: What?!

I blushed.

QLaRowe: I was like dayyyyyum! I don’t mean no disrespect to your husband, but you make a brother wanna leave the one he with and start a new relationship with you. (in my Usher voice)

KChristopher: Oh so you’re seeing somebody?

QLaRowe: Kinda. But it ain’t nothing.

Quinton wasn’t my husband or boyfriend so why did I feel slighted?
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