“Tammy, you need to come right now. It’s Bruno!” Tammy jumped up off of her bed. “What happened, and where is Chica?” Tammy asked as she followed Trinity. “She’s passed out in her room, and I can’t wake her up,” Trinity said as she rushed down the hall to the bathroom. The two reached the bathroom and saw Bruno lying unconscious in the bathtub. A stream of blood leaked from his left nostril. “Oh God,” Tammy screamed. As Tammy rushed to Bruno, she kicked a small empty vile that lay on the floor near the tub. “Oh, my goodness. Jesus, please. Trinity, call 911!” Trinity didn’t move. It was like she was in shock. At that moment, Jane burst into the bathroom and saw Tammy on the scene with Bruno. Jane immediately dialed 9-1-1 from her cell phone she held in her hand. Tammy began to shake Bruno as she called his name, “Bruno, wake up, baby. Please.” She picked up Bruno’s limp and unconscious body and held him in her arms as she sat on the closed toilet seat. She surveyed his body for any marks, bruises, or needle tracks.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you all of my business like this. I barely know you.” She chuckled with tear-filled eyes.
“Well, I’m Joe and what you see is what you get. I’m a simple man and you are a smart, beautiful and complicated lady. Doesn’t that seem right?” Joe blossomed a full and handsome smile beneath his mustache.
Smiling sheepishly, Chica answered, “I guess meeting you this way isn’t too big of a deal. I’ve shared a whole lot more with strangers and I wasn’t nearly as dressed as I am right now. You’ve heard my story. Based on my history, this is right as rain, I guess.”
“Yeah. You know, Chica, to be frank with you, you might feel the way you do because it seems like this is the first time you’ve been naked with a man.”
“Naked? What do you mean? My business is being naked with men.” Chica chuckled and took a swallow of her soda.
“No, no. The truth is, you’ve been nude, but to be naked is a totally different thing. Being naked means to be completely exposed, vulnerable, revealed and unprotected.”
“Wow,” was all Chica could say.
“Oh, did I embarrass you? Did I just steal your thunder there?”
“It seems so,” Chica admitted, turning red as she smiled.