Jazmine jumped, hearing her host getting screamed at by a hostile woman. She blushed and covered her mouth. She had never heard a woman speak to a man in such a manner! This Cindy was quite disrespectful. She made Jazmine angry, but she didn't try to listen. Some words were said that Jazmine didn't recognize.

"This shit is wiggedy WACK, man!"

Like those.

She could hardly hear what Huey was saying, but his voice was calm. It was always calm. That calm voice that made a small flush appear on Jazmine's cheeks. He had that handsom face that seemed as though it was sculpted from stone. His dark skin was also quite tempting to Jazmine.

Looking about the very futuristic room (atleast to Jazmine) she noticed small squares sitting on a bookshelf. She surveyed them, getting closer. She found the squares were filled with pictures. She scanned them all. There was one of a young man who looked just like Huey, only his hair was pulled into braids. Another was that same boy and Huey, they were playing a video game. The other boy, shoving at Huey's face to get him to lose. Huey's hand was wrapped around a few of the boy's braids. Jazmine giggled at this one.

Another picture had a very handsome young man with dreads. He was leaning against a candy apple red porche. Jazmine didn't know it was a porche, however, it just looked like a shinier version of all those noisy things still raging outside.

The last was a very old man with a younger woman and two boys. Jazmine gasped. One of the boys was crying, his cheeks red and his eyes puffy. He had his hand tangled in the woman's skirt. His poofy hair made a smile grow on Jazmine's face. That was Huey. She cocked her head to the side and ran her finger over his little face.

Her child would look like that. That made her happy.

"Fine! I'll just bounce!"

"Cindy!"

"PEACE!"

This was followed by a very shocking door slam. A minute later, Huey entered the living room.Jazmine jumped away from the photos, tucking the one she had been looking at down cast. She bowed quickly.

Huey's eyes raised and he saw her bowed at the hip. He rolled his eyes and reminded her, "You don't have to do that here,"

"My apologies," She said meekly, "I... I have ruined your relationship?"

Huey looked at her for a moment, noticing her hand on the back of a upturned picture. He smiled and waltzed over to the sofa, flopping down and running his thumbs over his eyes and shaking his head. He inhaled and exhaled before looking at the stunning young woman with the mind of a beaten puppy. He pittied her, but wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing.

"Nah," He managed, "That... relationship was ruined from the get go. You like that picture?"

"Oh!" Jazmine's face turned beat red as she lifted the picture and held it close to her chest, "I was just... trying to learn more of you,"

"If ya wanna know me just ask. But It's not a big deal. Make yourself at home here," Huey said, but caught himself, "Just... don't try to clean or anything like that. I know you weren't treated the best back at your home but... here... you're a guest,"

"My apologi-"

"And no more apologizing," Huey cut her off, "Just relax,"

Jazmine tipped her head in a respectful manner, "I understand... may I approach?"

"What? Ye...yeah, come sit,"

Jazmine tip toed over to him hurriedly. She sat down on the sofa carefully, almost in an uneasy manner. She slumped down on it, relishing in how soft it was. She giggled and started hopping up on her knees. Huey smirked when she started laughing and getting her whole body into the motion.

"This is amazing!" She exclaimed, "It's... it's so soft!"

"Yeah... just wait til you get to a bed," Even though that wasn't how he meant it, he felt his heart start to thump. Bad choice of words. Damn it.

"Is this you!?" She asked, her laughter not seasing with her hopping. She jutted out the framed picture. Huey took it and smiled. He shook his head and fought back his own laughter.

"Yeah... that's me as a kid,"

Jazmine stopped her jumping, "Will... our child be like that?"

Huey turned to look at her sharply, his eyes wide. He felt his throat go dry. She wasn't much for tact, was she? But then again, concidering where she was brought up, ignorance wasn't so annoying to Huey.

"It's... possible..."

"I hope so," She smiled bashfully, looking down, "He would be beautiful in the eyes of my people. They'd love him very much,"

Jazmine giggled, jumping up and clasping her hands together, "WHat is your father's name? Who's your best friend? What do you like to eat best? What is your favorite color? Can you read? I have seen you write but can you read too? I've always wanted to read..."

"Woah, woah," Huey chuckled, "What's with all the questions,"

"I wish... to know all there is about you," she confessed happily, "Go on! Tell me!"

"Uh... my father's name is Deondre. I like to eat salad, mostly. My best friend is Michael Caesar. We grew up together. Yes, I can read. I enjoy it very much. I could teach you,"

Her eyes lit up like stars, a large, true smile forming. She reminded Huey of his little brother the Christmas he got a Playstation II, "For truth!?"

"Sure. It's not all that hard,"

She jumped in joyment, "Oh this is amazing!" she threw herself down on the couch next to him, "This is going to be great! Oh when should we start?"

"Uh... well... it's pretty late," Huey admitted, getting up and scratching the back of his neck, "Tomorrow we're gonna wake up early and go to a doctor,"

"Why?" She asked, a tinge of worry in her voice. She got up and dashed over to him, placing her hand on his forehead, "Are you sick? I can make you some Huji,"

"N-No... I'm not sick," Huey told her, putting her hand down.

"Then why are we going to a doctor?" She asked. She looked so helpless and obviously worried. It made Huey a little sick to be thinking of why they were going to that clinic. He felt guilty... but he knew that he needed to do it.

"To...see if you're sick,"

"But I am not,"

"But you might be,"

"I might be?" She blinked. She looked totally shocked and terrified, "Am I gonna be okay?"

"We're... gonna go see tomorrow,"

"Oh thank you, Huey!" She exclaimed, her demeanor suddenly much happier, throwing her arms around his torso, "This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for this one!"

Huey felt guilty. But he had to get this done. If she was positive for HIV or AIDS, then, he was gonna need to try something else than just having sex with her. He couldn't have that done to himself... and he couldn't have another child born with the sickness. There were too many as it was.

"Lets get to bed, okay?"

Jazmine nodded, bouncing a little, "Where should I make my sack?"

"No... come see," Huey ushered her to his bedroom and headed straight for his dresser. He pulled out a long tshirt, leaving Jazmine to stare at the bed with the upmost curiosity, "Here, you can sleep in this. Take all your clothes off and put them in the hamper in the bathroom okay?"

"Okay," She nodded in assent and did her quick hurry run/tip toe race to the bathroom. Huey started getting himself dressed as soon as she was gone, removing his pants and boxers and pulling up his pajama bottoms.

"Huey!" She shouted from the bathroom, "Do I remove the under garments as well?"

"Uh... Yeah..." Huey called back, feeling extremely foolish. He then removed his shirt and headed down the hall. He'd need to fix her bed up in the guest room. He had just passed the bathroom when he noticed the door wide open and poor Jazmine trying to desperately figure something out.

"Uh... Jazmine?"

"I am sorry," She said carefully, "I don't know what a hamper is,"

"Oh..." Huey took the wod of clothes in her hands and noticed something very bright red. He looked down and saw a spot of blood on the panties she had been wearing. Great. He had no idea he could move so fast. He thre the clothes into the hamper quickly and coughed, "There it is,"

"Oh... very clever,"

"Yes. uh... ready for bed?"

"Oh yessir," She said happily, "I am very excited for tomorrow,"

"Me...too," Huey walked by her and grabbed an arm full of towels. He then let her follow him to the guest room where he pulled off the comforter and top sheet and placed the towels down all over. Jazmine watched curiously, wondering why he would do such a thing.

"In uh... America, it is custom for new commers to sleep their first night on a bunch of towels to uh... be most comfortable,"

"Oh!" Her smile came back, "May I try it out, now?"

"Sure. Hop on in,"

She crawled atop the bed and sat indian style in the center. She giggled and started to do a repeat of the couch incident, "You are correct, Huey! This is very comfortable!"

"Yeah... lie down now,"

She did as she was told, flopping her head down on the pillow, relishing the feel of it on her poofy hair. Huey carefully pulled the covers over her slim body and gave her a smile, "If you uh... need anything... I'll be in my room,"

"Good night, Huey!"

"G'night, Jazmine,"

As soon as he had left the room, Jazmine flopped up and down on her bed twice again, snuggling her face into her theraputic pillow, amazed at how something could feel SO soft. The silk sheet covering her body made her feel clean and perfect in everyway. She giggled again and inhaled deeply at the pillow under her head.

It smelled like him. She started to shut her eyes until she soon fell fast asleep. She just couldn't wait for the next day.

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Preview for next time

"Ja-JA-JAZMINE! This is a ONE PERSON PLACE!"

Jazmine stumbled out of the shower, her eyes wide. Her clothes and hair stuck to skin like a second layer. Her face burned red as she ran to her room, shouting an apology to her host who was left to be shocked and rather awkward in the shower.

- yey! That silly Jazmine!

Uh oh. its actually getting somewhat serious! EEK!