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Curiously, both white women sat on towels that were positioned on the ground at either side of the black stud's chair. I looked around to see that there were 3 or 4 extra chairs at the other end of the pool. I wondered why he didn't get the chairs for them. Bob was the first to mention it.
"Damn! Why isn't he being a gentleman and getting them chairs?" Bob said, whispering louder to the group.
"Yeah, really." Mark commented.
"How rude." Tim added, even softer.
"Yes, he should." I chimed in.
That is when Tammy chimed in as well. It was almost as if she was defending him.
"Well, maybe they don't want chairs. Maybe they're comfortable with the way they are. Why blame him?" she asked.
The husbands all blushed while the other women remained quiet. Their constant gazing upon the black stud across the large pool was humbling to us.
The two white women sat at his side, opening bottles of import beer for him every 30 minutes. They were sharing the marijuana cigarettes he lit from time to time, and simply looking up to him as if he was some sort of ebony greek god.
For the next 2 hours they remained in their area away from us and never made any contact with our group.
It was around 2:30 that afternoon when the black stud got up and walked towards the entry door. Again, he walked boldy and confidently with his monstrous bulge waving back and forth with every stride. The two beautiful white women followed behind, disappearing moments later. They were heading back to Tra'mon's condo apartment.
The relief we felt when he departed was minimal. No longer did our pretty young white wives have to view the masculine black stud flaunting himself in such a rude manner. Yet, his presence seem to linger in their minds.
The hours passed and it was now close to 7:30 p.m.
We had not seen the black man and his two white guests reemerge from the condo. That is when Barbara suggested that we try inviting him down to watch the fireworks show from the city tonight. This had been the plan all along, to watch the 4th of July fireworks and celebrate the holiday with a champagne toast.
"We should at least invite him." she suggested.
"Yes, that would be the neighborly thing to do." Tammy agreed.
"Yeah. It won't hurt anyone to try." Barbara returned.
All the husbands had a look of fear on their faces. None of us were so willing to follow through with such a ghastly request. The suggested invitation felt like torture for us. We certainly had no desire to see the young black man around.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea." one husband said.
"Oh, why not? It's the holiday." Megan said.
We seemed to be in near disbelief that our wives were all in agreement to invite our new black neighbor in to watch the fireworks show.
"Richard, just go and invite him and his friends." my wife, Julie, directed.
"I don't think we should. Maybe later, honey." I answered.
"Oh, stop. Don't be such a big baby. Do it now before it gets dark and he makes other plans." she returned.
"Uh, why me?" I asked, scared.
"Because you're the only one who has spoken to him so far." Julie answered firmly.
"You've spoken to him. Not us." she reaffirmed.
I couldn't believe my ears. My wife was putting me on the spot again. She was pushing me towards going back to his apartment to extend this completely ridiculous invitation.
Meekly, I stood up and turned to David.
"David, will you come with?" I asked him.
"Well, uh, I-I'd rather not." he quivered.
"Oh, will you just go already Richard?" Julie snapped, impatiently.
Defeatedly, I turned and began walking towards the entry door by myself. I felt even more uncomfortable than I did yesterday when I returned his "other" blonde woman friend's shoe.
Everyone in our group now had the impression I had spoken to this black stud, but I really had not. There were barely a few words exchanged and basically a direct order to fetch him a glass of champagne. But, they didn't know that. They didn't have to know it.
My little white lies were beginning to get me in trouble.
Timidly, I made my way d