Hello everybody, this chapter came to me last night and it is going to be short and sweet. I was wrapping my hair last night and Mika came to mind, and I don't care if you're an African, a hood rat or a wannabe white black girl, if you got the black woman hair you need to take care of it like a black woman, even if you have the "good hair." And for my white viewers this chapter is all about hair and how Raizo finds Mika's fascinating.

"Ugh, remind me to set the alarm 30 minutes earlier," Mika mumbled into Raizo's chest. They had just finished a passionate night of love making, and n ow Mika was lying in his arms playing with his chest.

"Why," Raizo answered looking up at the ceiling.

"Well because you were so in the mood right before bedtime that I didn't get to wrap my hair up before our escapades."

"Wrapping your hair, is that what you do in the bathroom room before you come to bed?"

"Yeah," Mika looked up Raizo.

"Why do you do that, and why for that matter do you do any of the stuff that you do to it, you put oil and lotion and you run it through two plates that get as hot as the oven why do you punish your hair that way?"

"Raizo I am not punishing my hair I am taking care of my hair, my hair needs those things if you want me to stay beautiful."

"I am not buying that my hair is just fine and all I do is wash it."

"Well that's because you're Asian."

"What's that got to do with anything," Raizo asked looking genuinely confused. "Why is this a race thing."

"Oh, Raizo, I never thought I would say that you were naïve." Mika rolled over onto her stomach laying half on top of Raizo.

"What are you talking about?"

"About every race has a different style of hair, and I know you have noticed, black people have the hair that needs the most upkeep."

"Okay I will give you that, but why does it take you so long to wrap your hair." Raizo was getting more interested about Mika's knowledge on hair.

"Because I have to do just that, I am not just tying a bandana on my head I have to actually wrap my hair around my head, and the scarf is to keep it from getting wild in my sleep, which I know you know I sleep crazy."

"Yes I know," Raizo said laughing.

"So it's either take all my precious time taking care of my hair or I wake up looking like Erykah Badu." At that comment Raizo scrunched up his face of the image it painted in his head.

"Exactly," Mika said at his reaction.

"So maybe one time I could watch you wrap it."

"Okay, it will be your 4 minutes of your life that you will never get back."

TBC

Not some of my best work but I need to put that out there. Review and Tell me what you think. And to make sure everyone is aware, race is not a big issue to me, to me race just makes us more unique and gives us better conversation and more cooler. So don't take this chapter too seriously