"Slow dragging" under a dim red light with fine ass Earl McNeil in Billy Davis' fine home off of Seabrook Road in the 'Ville. We were in fine company. In one of the most prestigious black neighborhoods in Fayetteville, North Carolina. The Davis' were highly educated. Lived in an ALL brick split-level! Had a stone patio, covered carport, emasculate yard.
Very strict and nerdy they didn't play. Mr. Davis would come down briefly and periodically to make sure everything remained on the up and up. There was no loud talking, dirty dancing, making out, or fighting. All potential fighters were never invited. Every one knew who you were. It was a long list. Most were from Wilmington Road.
You want to get shunned at Smith? Tell anyone you were from Wilmington Road! (Sorry I digress)
Earl was tall, much taller than me. He was chiseled. GOD sculpted that boy! I swear I felt like my little body was pressed hard up against a solid rock, all smooth Italian marble.
Teeth white, beautiful eyes that danced, lured, enticed. Not only that, he really liked me! Wow! Was I shocked!? Someone actually had a crush on someone as worthless and as black as I was?
Go ahead and guess. Jealous ass Mathy made me quit him.
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