"What're you so happy about?" Natalie asked.

"I planted a little ketchup disaster for Jamal, just wait." He said as he strolled by.

Within minutes, Natalie heard a loud clang, followed by a deep growl. Jamal burst through the kitchen, his face filled with anger, his shirt and pants covered in ketchup.

"What the fuck, Dre!" Jamal shouted as he threw off his shirt, his dark, muscular, chiseled body revealing itself to Natalie.

"Yo yo, calm down. Shit, I was just playin'. Damn." Dre said as he circled around a booth.

"Motherfucker, you know how much these pants cost?" Jamal shouted.

"Hey, calm down." Natalie said, looking at the two men. "I can clean your shit. Give me your pants." She continued as she stood up and grabbed his ketchup stained shirt off the floor.

Jamal's look of anger smoothed over, his regular laid back self returning. "I'm gonna get yo ass back." He said as he pointed at Dre.

Jamal undid the buttons on his jeans and pulled his tree trunk like legs out. He stood tall in his boxer briefs, staring down at his jeans. Natalie momentarily paused as her eyes fell on the large bulge that traveled down his right leg. Her eyes swooped back up his thick muscular waist and she locked eyes with Jamal. There was a brief moment of silence before she walked by and tapped the bulge.

"What, we still in high school? Putting socks in your underwear? That shit won't impress me." Natalie joked.

Jamal grabbed the bulge and looked at Natalie in confusion.

"What the fuck girl, don't hit my dick like that. Shit, you trying to break my dick or somethin'?" Jamal replied.

Natalie shook her head with a smile. "Oh stop it, I know it's a damn sock. Guys used to do it all the time back in high school when they were hitting puberty. It gets old you know."

Dre started laughing in the corner as Jamal looked on in confusion. He grabbed Natalie's hand and placed it near the bulge.

"This ain't no fuckin' sock. Go on, try touching it." Jamal said.

Natalie paused briefly. She looked at Dre who was still laughing. Natalie began thinking that this whole thing was a joke, not just the ketchup bomb but the sock in his briefs. She placed her hand around the bulge and squeezed. She gasped as she felt the bulge harden and move. Her hand moved away, startled.

"What the hell?" She stuttered.