It was late June, 2007 when I got the call to rush home because of some crazy incident involving my nephew's bus driver. I was watching Ezekiel for his parents who had gone on a 7-day cruise just that morning. All the bus driver had to do was look at his schedule to see that my nephew, who was only seven years old at the time, had a change of address for that week.

We couldn't find my nephew for another three and a half to four hours later. And, that was only because the news media and cops got involved. I dare not call my brother and sister-in-law to tell them that their son was missing.

With God's blessings, a neighboring family saw Ezekiel sitting down on a Metro bus stop a few blocks away from my house and called the police when they saw Ezekiel's picture splashed all over the television.

I can't tell you how frustrated I was for the rest of that night. But, Ezekiel, I tell you, that little boy is so kool, kalm and kollected that he made me so proud of him as I watched him fall asleep on my bed. I was not about to let him get out of my sight ever again.

But then, I fell asleep myself. Had no other reason to stay up. No Man. Nowhere to go. Had a long week of hard work at work. My belly was full of take-out; 'cause that's what I felt like eating. So, I needed to rest, and that's what I did.

I like to sleep in the evening time because that's when I see Derek. Phiner than any man I ever known. Can't really see him due to his dark chocolate color. But then, that's how I like 'em any way.

The phone rang. It was him. His voice was smooth, yet, thunderous.

"I'm on my way, Baby. Leave the door open for me."

"Which one?" I threw back at him in my own sexy way.

"The one you got the keys for."

"Like I said, Sugar, which one?"

He laughed. "The one I'm coming through tonight."

"Like I said, Sugar, which one?"

An obvious blush accompanied his laugh. "Your legs. And, I guess I'll just break the windows to come inside the house."

We both laughed.

I remember slowly opening the door when he got to my house. Now, don't ask me what happened with my clothes. I couldn't tell ya. He just stood there watching me watching him. Yeah, girl, he was naked; from the waist up. They call it a six pack. I call it mine. Yeah, he is phine; and mine.

I grabbed him at the waist above his zipper and gently pulled him toward me and up the front door stump until he was all the way inside of my house. Music that I didn't provide suddenly began to play. That's when Derek started gyrating his body, touching me with his fingertips across my face, and puckering up his lips to throw me kisses that I could feel hit my entire face. He then leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead, nose and lips. When he laid upon me, I melted into his body.

The candles that provided the light, suddenly started to flicker without my help. Derek was all over me, and his sweat was coming down on me like rain was dripping from the ceiling. Everything was going just perfectly, but then, I started waking up and my pleasure started to fade quickly. I tried to grab it, but I couldn't. Instead, in my efforts of desperation, my hand hit a puddle of wetness.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

"What? What?" I heard myself saying with anger in my voice.

"Auntie, wake up. Wake up, Auntie."

That's when I realized that I was no longer dreaming, but that Ezekiel was in my face calling my name.

"What is it, Ezekiel? Go back to sleep, Baby." That's when I noticed that my freaking bed was wet; with freaking piss. "What the hell!" I jumped completely out of the bed as if a snake was crawling around under the covers. "Oh, no you didn't just piss in my bed, boy!"

"Yes I did, Auntie," he said honestly, yet with a bit of fear in his voice.

That's when I caught myself. I almost lost this boy to a possible jerk just hours earlier and here I am getting mad at him for losing control over his tiny bladder. I took a few deep breaths, cleared my head and calmed down and took care of my nephew and put him back to sleep.

All the while I was watching him sleep, I was trying to send mental signals to Derek to come back. Finally, after Ezekiel went home to his parents, I was able to resume my relationship with the man of my dreams. This time, I wasn't in the mood for no dancing. You see, I didn't have that kind of time.

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