”“Whoa dude, I didn’t damn you. Just bad luck is all,” the fat guy said, lifting one butt cheek off the chair so he could scratch his ass.“W...at in the actual fuck are you talking about?” I asked.“See, you said ‘God damn it’, but I didn’t damn anything. You just had a bad case of Schrodinger’s Cat. It’s a shitty situation, but Lady Luck has to balance the scales somehow.”“A bad case of... are you talking about Murphy’s Law? Everything that can go wrong will go wrong? Schrodinger was something. Now then, let me show you how toput on your nylons."I cringed at the thought. "Do I have to wear them?" It was forty degrees out when I woke up this morning. You'll bethankful you have them on, young lady." Before I could protest, shepicked up a pair of Sarah's pantyhose and handed them to me. I couldfeel my boyhood slipping away as she coached me on how to put on myfirst pair of stockings. "Very good," she said approvingly after Itugged them up to my waist. Then she took one of Sarah's slips. Why did you pick me to sit with at the bar?”“Honestly, you were the only other Black person there.”“Oh okay,” Malik acknowledged rubbing his stomach. “Why did you come to my room?”“I liked the possibility of what could happen.”“What possibility,” pressed Nick.“You know. Seeing how friendly we could become,” Malik cryptically replied. “Are you familiar with the African history?”“Somewhat,” the thick-built host threw out.“Do you know about the boy-wife concept,” Malik asked.“Actually I do. Women. "The morning's about passed. You and me and that randy brother of yours have to be leaving soon."Seth collapsed into a chair and leaned on the table. Cal shoved a mug of coffee in front of the boy, and Seth swallowed some. The boy banged down his mug and started choking."I swear, can't none of you Tibbits hold your coffee?" Cal said. He poured himself another cup and poured it down his throat as if to test it. "One of my better brews." What time you get home, boy?" Harlan asked."Don't know,".