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Upon my arrival back to Yonkers from San Diego, I was rudely reacquainted with the New York attitudes that I'd long forgotten. I was just returning home from the Marine Corps, and I'd been gone for four years.

The time I spent in San Diego was a real eye opener, not to mention a confidence builder. I'd grown accustomed to being treated with respect, if not a certain degree of indifference when it came to approaching attractive women. So imagine my surprise when I returned home to find women who weren't exactly beauty queens behaving like total divas.

Mind you, I'm not exactly chopped liver in the looks department, so I have had more than my share of pretty women. I simply didn't expect so many average to below average looking women to come with so much attitude.

While in California, it was nothing to have two or three prospective bed-mates in one night at the same club, so I knew I had some game, but back in Yonkers, I was getting snubbed with disturbing regularity. I guess what was most disconcerting was the fact that most of these chicks wouldn't even warrant a second glance in Cali.

I'd grown accustomed to polite, well mannered sista's, even when being turned down, but this was something else; a bunch of average looking , but stuck up, even some arrogant and downright rude women.

While this didn't shake my confidence, it still pissed me off enough to decide on leaving the city while out clubbing. After going to clubs in surrounding areas I was now convinced that this was definitely a Cali phenomena.

So while out at a club with my homies one Saturday night, I ran into my little sis. She hadn't seen me since I was home, and came up giving me a big hug and kiss.

I heard her friend say "Damn Deb, who the fuck is that?"

"Girl this my big brother."

Her friend, an old classmate of mine whom I hadn't seen in years, didn't recognize me. Her name was Bridget, and she was, to put it politely, mot the prettiest of women, but her body, was somewhere between Serena and Venus, but more towards Serena. I would later find out that this was not only her best friend, but also her roommate.

A few weeks passed and I visited my sister's home several times, and each time I did, Bridget would talk "shit" to me, like "Oooh girl your brother is fine... I'd rock his world." I always laughed this off, as I knew she simply wasn't my type.

One particular Friday night, I was visiting and Bridget began her routine, which I again just laughed off. We were watching TV and lounging around when Bridget got up to use the bathroom and I took a look at her butt.

"Damn, but she's got a big butt," I said.

My sis laughed and said, "She said she'd put it on you, and have you whipped good."

I had to laugh at this; I hadn't been whipped in years, and what's more, I hadn't heard that term in a while. When she returned, Bridget asked what was so funny.

"That you think you could whip me... ha ha... that's funny."

"Oh, you think it's a joke?" she replied.

"Nope, I know it's a joke," I added.

We went back and forth for a few more minutes until my sis goes, "Both of y'all talkin' shit, and neither of y'all is backin' it up."

I guess I just never considered Bridget as being attractive, even though she didn't clean up too badly, but that was just it; she wore way too much make-up and always carried herself like a slut back in school. I gave my sis an acknowledging nod and smiled.

Then Bridget mocked me again, saying "Yeah you're awfully quiet now ain't you?"

"Ha, ha," I laughed again, "girl you don't want to start making noise."

"Please man, whatever."

I hadn't even planned on doing anything with Bridget, but she did throw down the gauntlet, so I had to either put up or shut up. I chose the former.

It was getting late. I now purposed myself to make Bridget eat her words. Sis started yawning as we watched some stupid movie on TV.

"This movie is dumb," she said, "I'm turning in for the night."

I winked at her and told her to go ahead. Now Bridget and I were alone watching TV, and she was strangely quiet. I glanced over at the clock at it read a quarter to one. 'Wow it is getting late,' I thought.

As if reading my mind, Bridget said "What time are you leaving?"

"Oh, I'm not leaving tonight, I'm sleeping with you."

"Oh no you ain't!" she remarked in a playful tone.

"Watch me," I replied.

"Look man it's getting late, now come on, I have to make sure the doors are locked after you leave."

"You can make sure whatever you want," I said, "because I ain't leaving tonight."

She still thought I was playing with her, so now she starts getting agitated. "Look man this shit ain't funny no more."

"That's why I ain't laughing either; I'm dead ass serious."

She looked at me with a frown on her face. "No you ain't, now quit playin' it's getting late, and I'm ready to go to bed."

"Fine," I said, "let's go."

"You think this shit is funny," she added, "but I ain't in no mood to play no more, so you can just let yourself out." She walked out of the room, not even bothering to look back. I waited a few seconds before I followed her into her bedroom. She looked at me through narrow eyes. "You always did play too damn much."

She took her gown out of her dresser and walked into the bathroom to change, she didn't even bother closing the door all the way, and as I listened to her brush her teeth and readying for bed, I quickly disrobed and slid underneath the covers on her bed. She walked into the room, and looked at me in her bed, and the look of anger on her face turned to surprise.

"Man, what do you think you're doing?" I had pulled the covers up around my shoulders, and as she stood waiting for me to get out of bed, I slowly lowered the covers, exposing my bare shoulders. "Don't tell me you were serious?" The disbelief was apparent in her voice. The covers were now past my stomach and as my pubic hairs came into view, she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Yes I was, so you might as well lose that gown, because you won't need that tonight."

She stood with hands on hips, and a confused look on her face. "I don't believe you are serious."

"Oh, I'm very serious, now get that gown off and come here!"