You Aint Bad Yourself

I've always dug cars.....Ever since I've had a drivers licensce, I've always had me a nice car...I say if you're gonna have somethin...It might as well be nice. Me? They call me Kool Kat...I used to be what they call on the street "muscle" for some of the city's biggest and baddest playas...I'm retired now....I made my money, without having to take anybody's life and got out of the game.

My reputation was once so feirce on the streets of Philadelphia and in Atlantic City..that few dared to challenge me. Some fool did shoot me once...I didn't die and I ripped his pants clean off and tossed him across the room...He's still alive , but he's got a nickname he'd rather not have..Something to do with having no pants.

I lived in Puerto Rico for awhile after I hit the number for a cool multiple million...but I missed the city...I banked my money off shore..but I returned and I bought a little house in a small neighborhood where nobody knows me, who I used to be anyway. I like it this way..

I was out washing my Black Mercedez Benz with tinted windows when I saw a 2010 White two door Nissann Altima drive up, directly across the street from me. The woman that was driving it got out slowly..She was talking on her Blackberry...She was wearing tight white capri pants that couldn't conceal her shapely figure...She had on aviator shades and a white sheer blouse...Her hair was cut short like Anita Baker's and she was light brown skin...She was a stone dime peice.

Her phone call ended...our eyes met...I smiled.....

"NICE!" I said.

She looked at me again..kind of like she was surprised or something...

"Your car, I mean....Is that a 2010?" I asked.

"Yeah it is...I just got it about two weeks ago." she said.

"You aint so bad yourself." I said with a wicked grin....

"I don't know whether to thank you or slap you." she said.

"Why slap me?" I laughed...

"Because you said that and you're looking at me like you want to take my clothes off." she said.

"That obvious huh?" I laughed..

"Ouuuuu...you 're bad....what's your name Mister Freshie?" she said with a laugh.

"Walter Jones....My friends call me "Kool Kat" " I laughed.

'Ummmmph...Kool Kat huh....What are you a bodybuilder?" she laughed.

"Nah...I work out a bit...but I always been big." I said.

"Well Mister Walter Jones....I gotta go....Gotta fix me some dinner." she said.

"It's Kool Kat and you didn't tell me your name or would your man be angry if I knew it?" I said.

"Is that your way of asking if I got a man?" she laughed.

"That's my way of gettin a lot out of the way." I said.

"My name is Chelsea....Chelsea Daniels and....I'm not presently in any relationship...but I bet you got a woman." she smirked.

"I have friends....but I aint in no serious relationship." I smirked.

"Friends with Benefits?" she asked.

"I didn't get that personal with you" I paused.

"That's true...Well Mr. Kool Kat...It was nice meeting you." she said, still looking me up and down.

"I just moved into the house across the street...perhaps I can cook dinner for you sometimes."

I said.

"Perhaps." she said as she walked across the street.....I watched her walk to her house and she turned around...caught me checking her out and smiled.

Yeah...It was only going to be a matter of time, I thought and smiled.

(To Be Continued....)