This Day in History

Monday, February 9, 2009

Relaxer Can Be Murder

Nikki didn’t have much time to waste. Her next appointment wouldn’t arrive for another hour and a half. She took a peek at herself in the large mirror. Her smooth chocolate skin and doe eyes had always been an asset for her, and she intended to use them as long as she could. She was a size 12, and in all the right places. One day she might get a little nip here and a tuck there. But right now, she wasn’t about to mess with perfection.
If she made all of the lights and didn’t have to talk to Mrs. Tyson, she’d be able to spend a good forty-five minutes with Luther. She gathered her things and made a beeline for the door.
“Bye y’all,” she waved. “I’m off to see my man!”

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