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Chapter 33 - Tongue Ripples - SMUT
"What is there to eat around here?" Legates asked her as they stepped out into the chilly night air.
"Hmm a Diner, a Chinese joint, a Taco Bell, a McDonalds, err dining hall but I'd rather set my hair on fire," Michelle told him. He shook his head and looked at her.
"Suggestion," he requested.
"Oh, I know. Come on," she said, grabbing his hand. She pulled him down the block and then down into the metro.
"You know we could have taken my car," he said after they boarded the train.
"Eh, quicker, easier and don't have to worry about parking," she said, wrinkling her nose at him.
"Well, we're coming back for it because I'm not leaving my car here," he grumbled.
"It's okay, Honey, we'll come back and get your baby," she said. He snorted and shook his head at her antics.
"Where are we going?" He asked her as they got off six stops and two trains later.
"We're going...you know what it's a surprise," she said, wiggling her eyebrows comically.
She pulled him up the steps and down the block making a left then turning another corner. There on the opposite corner sat an unassuming building decorated much like every other Americanized Chinese food restaurant.
"Michelle, you dragged me across town to go to a Chinese place and there was one back near the campus?" Legates whined at her as she pulled him through the door.
She walked over to the bar and sat down. Sid walked up, put his hands on the bar and scowled at her.
"Girl, get your butt away from the bar. You know better. I don't want to lose my liquor license because you want to be a smartie pants," Sid said, frowning at Michelle.
Legates hackles rose at Sid's tone of voice. Michelle flipped out her ID and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well, well, have a seat. I'll bring you something," Sid said, handing her back her ID, "your friend want food?" Sid asked, glancing at Legates for an answer.
"Yes," Michelle answered for him. She patted the stool next to her and Legates sat down.
"Ah, Michelle, I didn't order anything," he pointed out.
"That is the fabulous thing about Sid's. You never have to order. He just knows and he's good at it," she said, smiling.
Sid came back to the bar, stared at the pair for a moment and turned around behind the bar. He set a Dogfish Head Chicory Stout down in front of Michelle and a Guinness stout in front of Legates.
"Sorry, don't carry Guinness on tap. Too expensive with too few drinkers," Sid rumbled.
Legates turned to look at Michelle in bewilderment. She smiled and took a sip of her beer. Legates' bottle was halfway to his mouth when his phone rang. Groaning, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Hello." He said then took a swallow of his beer.
"We got orders, Puddin' pop," Techie said cheerily. Legates groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Where and when?" Legates asked, almost holding his breath. Please not Afghanistan, please not Afghanistan, he mentally chanted.
"We're going to play games with the unit getting ready to graduate at Benning. We leave tomorrow and should be back in two weeks maybe less," Techie told him.
Legates grunted and looked down at the plate Sid had just slid in front of him. He snorted and raised an eyebrow at the man. Sid smirked then shrugged as he walked away. He looked over at Michelle's plate and reached over to swipe a piece of her food. She swatted his hand and shook her head no.
"So, early morning flight or normal one?" He asked, making Michelle pause her covering the dish in hot sauce.
"Normal one. Flight leaves at ten thirty," Techie told him.
"Okay," Legates grunted.
"I'm going to pack my shit and hit the futon in Wilson and Perkins' room," Techie said.
"Okay," Legate grunted then ended the call.
He turned to look at Michelle with a frown. Taking a hot sauce flavored breath, she turned to look at him.
"Where are they sending you?" She asked, her eyes worried.
"Georgia, we're going to play with the kiddies," he said, picking up his fork and taking a bite of his mashed potatoes.
"How long?" She asked, taking a bite of her chicken.
"Two weeks maybe a little less," he told her.
"Okay, at least they're not sending you overseas," she said, taking a sip of her beer.
"Mmm, we'll be here a minimum of two more months. We spent a year in Afghanistan and are required to have a minimum of three months of PTSD treatment before they can send us back," he said, wanting to moan as the mashed potatoes spread across his tongue. Michelle nodded again and picked up the hot sauce again.
"Hey, Sid, when are you going to get the good stuff in again?" Michelle hollered towards the kitchen door. Sid walked out from the kitchen and put his hands on his hips.
"Please stop bellowing in my restaurant and I have an order coming in next week," Sid told her, wiping his hands on a towel that seemed to appear from nowhere.
"Do I even want to know?" Legates asked Michelle around a mouthful of collard greens. He froze when the flavor reached his mouth and he glared at Sid.
"Hey, man, fresh collards are out of season. I did the best I could," Sid said defensively. Legates nodded and turned his attention back to Michelle.
"Sid orders a Szechuan sauce that I mix with my hot sauce that, well, lets just say it'd burn you so bad it'd make your mama weep," she said, taking another bite of her chicken.
"Sweetheart, so far you've made my mama weep with regular Tabasco and now you're buying stuff to make your ghost peppers hotter?" Legates said, lifting an eyebrow at her. She shrugged and grinned at him.
"I don't use the Szechuan sauce often," she defended herself. He chuckled and picked up his own chicken and stared at it with apprehension on his face.
"Just eat it. Sid knows his food," Michelle told him. Legates turned a look on her that was dubious.
"Hey, if greens are out of season, they are out of season," she told him. Sighing, Legates took a bite of his chicken. After chewing and swallowing, he nodded.
"It's really good. Best I've had in a long while. Not as good as my mama's but good," Legates said.
"Nobody's chicken will ever be as good as your mama's," Sid muttered as he shuffled by carrying stock to replenish the bar. Legates laughed and shook his head.
"No truer words have ever been spoken," Legates told Sid.
Michelle sighed and propped her elbow on the bar and mock glared at Legates.
"What?" He asked around a mouthful of potatoes.
"You're going to be one of those mama's boys aren't you? Now, I have no personal experience with them but I have had second hand experience with them and by God I will kill you," she said, staring at him, with the corners of her mouth quirking up impishly. Sid chuckled as he walked by they heard a muttered "Cam clone."
"Excuse me?" Legates asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously at her.
"You know one of those guys who every time you turn around you're being compared to his mama. These clothes are clean but they don't smell like they do when my mama washes them. These cookies are good but not as good as mama's. You sing nice but my mama is better," Michelle said, rolling her eyes as she chanted litany style. He shook his head and shot her a grin then a wink.
"Well, there is one thing you'd never be compared to my mother in. Cos that is one thing I have no knowledge nor would I care too. There I am quite satisfied," he told her smugly.
"Well that's good," she said, glaring at him in frustration.
He smiled at her and leaned over towards her. She narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips in contemplation.
"I wouldn't do that," Sid muttered, walking past carrying more bar items.
Legates froze and looked her in the eye. She had a sheen he'd seen a few times and sat back. A grin spread across his face and it dawned on him. Turning back to his plate, he started to finish his chicken.
"Evil, that's just evil," he muttered. She smirked and leaned back.
"So, when do you leave?" She asked with a scrunched face.
He sighed, swallowed his chicken, set the bone down on the plate and pushed the plate away. Picking up his beer, he took a sip, swallowed then looked at her.
"Tomorrow," he said.
She blew out a breath then reached for her wallet. Pulling out a wad of cash, she dumped it on the counter and grabbed his hand.
"Hey, I'm not done with my beer," he said.
"You can drink beer in Georgia," she said. He chuckled as she dragged him back to the metro and down into the station.
"So, where are we going now?" He asked with a grin, knowing damn well where she was dragging him. She stopped turned on him with her hand on her hip.
"I guess if you're asking that then you're going home to pack and I'm going home to make sure my vibrator's batteries aren't dead," she said.
"Holy crap, come on, Woman," he said, dragging her to the train.
She giggled and jogged to keep up with his long legged stride. When they got on the last train, Legates sat on the seat and pulled her down in his lap. She squealed and looped her arm around his neck. He nuzzled her neck. She tried not to moan when he placed quiet kisses on her neck.
"If you don't stop," she murmured quietly. He chuffed out a laugh and ran his hand up her leg.
"At some point I need to take a shower," she told him with a grin. A wide smile spread across his face.
"Heh Heh, yeah, no problem," he muttered, pictures of them naked in the shower popping into his mind. She looked at him and shook her head.
"I'm going to need to get clothes too," she whispered.
"Well, we are going back to the campus," he said.
She let out a husky laugh and jumped up as their stop approached. When they reached the top of the stairs, Michelle looked at him.
"You go get your car and I'll meet you outside my dorm. It'll be quicker that way," she said, grinning at him.
"Okay," he agreed easily.
She turned and went left and he turned going right. Five minutes later, he pulled to a stop in front of her dorm. The door swung open and she put her backpack and a messenger bag into the back seat. She got in closed the door and put on her seat belt. Pulling into the traffic, he made his way back to his dorms.
"So, what exactly are you doing or are you not allowed to tell me?" She asked, nervously biting her lip. He looked over at her and smiled softly.
"War games. At the end of training they bring in experienced Rangers and have a bunch of games. A new versus old type thing," he said. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Boys, they never grow up," she laughed.
He chuckled and turned into the dorm parking lot. She was out of the car and grabbing her bags. Laughing playfully, she took off at a sprint for the door. He laughed and ran after her, letting her get ahead. She passed the lounge without even stopping and headed up the stairs.
"New girl in the dorm?" Jones asked, seeing a feminine form go past the door.
"Don't think so," Techie said, turning his attention back to the TV.
"So, tell me, seriously be honest. I know the rules but I don't care about it. Is Legates gay?" Jones asked, sipping his soda and looking at Techie. Techie snorted and shook his head.
"Nope, he's dating a lovely young woman named Michelle," Techie said. He spotted Legates going by and laughed, realizing who exactly it was Jones had seen.
"I've never seen her," he muttered.
"Yeah and you've never seen Andrea either," Techie told him with a grin.
"I've seen pictures," Jones muttered mulishly.
"They haven't been together long enough for anything but the getting to know you type stuff," Techie said.
"I still think he's gay," Jones said.
Techie shook his head and smirked, he couldn't wait until Jones and Romero had their first real run in with Michelle. They weren't bad guys but they acted like kids. Just because they lived in a dorm setting didn't mean they had to act like they were 18 and in college. He'd be talking to Andrea soon about moving up here then he could get the hell out of the dorm.
Sighing, he laced his fingers behind his head, stretched his legs out and turned his attention fully on the TV. Legates followed Michelle down the hall with a leering grin on his face. She was giggling and frantically trying to get the door open. She finally gave up and pouted at him.
"Techie locked it," she whined.
"For once," Legates chuckled and reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. She leaned forward to kiss him while he was bent over and he jerked back.
"Nuh uh, mouthwash, toothbrush, something before your lips come near my body," he smirked.
She smiled and blinked innocently up at him. With a sigh, she nodded and followed him into the room. Digging in her messenger bag, she pulled her mouth wash out and trotted to the bathroom. After rinsing her mouth with the mouthwash, she peeked into the shower and saw her supplies still in there. Nodding, she stripped down. She really did need a shower.
Turning on the water, she got in the shower then groaned she had forgotten to lock the doors and grab a towel. Legates heard the shower start and a smirk crossed his face as he wondered if she'd ever had shower sex before. Grabbing two towels, he stripped headed into the bathroom and walked to the other door and locked it. One of these days she was really going to end up with Romero or Jones in here. He didn't want to have to kill one of them.
Hanging the towels on the rack, he opened the shower door and stepped in. She spun around and a slow smile spread across her face. He saw the soap running down her body and felt the need shoot through his veins like fire. He briefly wondered if it would always be like this with her.
"Did you come in here for a specific purpose or just to stare?" She asked in a husky voice.
He continued to stare and saw a light blush spread across her cheekbones. He thought it was cute that she was still body shy. Stepping forward, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Tipping her head up, he swept his mouth down and took her mouth captive. She felt excitement roll through her body like the water rolled over it. Growling low in his throat, Legates released her mouth and spun her around so her back was facing the wall. She squealed and then started laughing.
Pushing her up against the wall, he ran his hand over her breast. Michelle let out a breathy moan as his fingers slipped across her skin. Rubbing his thumb across her nipples, he made her body pulse with pleasure. She gasped in pleasure then ran a hand down his chest, stomach and he sucked in a breath as her soapy hand wrapped around his rigid length. Rubbing from end to tip twice, she smiled when his head dropped back. Finally, he sucked in a breath and ran his hands from her breasts to her hips.
Pushing his hands between her butt and the wall, he slid them down and under to her thighs. Lifting, her, he pushed her back against the wall. When her face was even with his, he pressed his lips to hers. She licked his bottom lip then sucked it into her mouth. He pulled his lip from her mouth.
"Legs around my waist," he muttered against her lips.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned when she felt him rub against her slit. Then she felt him slide in and clenched her muscles around him. Reaching up, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed back into the wall. Gasping, he thrust deep and hard. She felt her breath get stuck in her chest. This was a new one on her, guys didn't usually hit that deep. Moaning, she tried to thrust back but stopped when she felt her back sliding on the wall. She clenched her thighs trying to pull him closer.
When she squeezed her thighs, he felt her tighten around him. Moaning, he thrust harder which just made her squeeze her thighs a little tighter. Tipping her head up, she caught his gaze and held it. His breath became ragged and she knew he was holding out for her. He felt her tip her hips just a little then start to moan with each thrust. Hot damn, she found her spot, he thought. Bending his knees slightly, he thrust harder and faster. She moaned but didn't close her eyes. He watched her eyes go from to mostly golden to that glowing golden color.
Gasping, he continued to thrust as her muscles clenched around him. The nerves in his lower body tingled with his approaching release and exploded. He grunted and gently slowed his thrusts as he came down. She was panting and still staring into his eyes.
"Holy crap," she gasped.
He smirked and pulled out of her then set her to her feet. Pulling her back under the water which surprisingly was still warm, he poured some soap into his hands. Rubbing them together, he moved them over her body, cleaning her skin with smooth strokes. She groaned and arched against his hands. He grinned at her response to his touch. Turning to face him, she tipped her head back and wet her hair. He continued to run his hands over her body.
"I think I'm clean," she murmured.
"So," he said, grinning.
She laughed and picked up the wide tooth comb on the shower caddy. He watched her gently part her hair into sections and thoroughly douse her hair with water. He stood holding her against his hips by her butt. She reached over and grabbed the shampoo. His eyes widened at the teeny little bit of shampoo she poured into the palm of her hand. She lathered her hair, gently running her hands through her hair.
"Where'd that comb come from?" He asked her, trying to remember when she'd brought it in.
She leaned back and rinsed her hair. Turning slightly, she poured conditioner in her hand before answering him.
"My back pocket," she smirked at him.
He laughed and shook his head. He watched her work the conditioner in her hair with a fascinated look on his face. She giggled at the look on his face.
"Honey, what exactly is so fascinating about me washing my hair?" She asked him with a wide grin on her face.
"Never seen a woman spend that much time washing her hair," he said, watching her hands move carefully through her hair.
"Ahhhh, I see. White girls don't take this long to wash their hair, huh?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Not that I noticed," he said, moving his hands up to her back from her butt.
She chuckled, knowing that different races had different hair care needs. It used to piss her off how quick Tanya could get ready.
"African based races have a tendency to have dry hair that damages easily. But that's a generalization like saying all redheads have frizzy curls," she said.
"Mmmhmm," he said, looking down at her breasts.
"So, we use different hair care products and styling tools," she said.
"Mmkay," he said, running his hands back and forth from her back to her butt.
"If you ask me this again I'll get pissed," she said.
"Why? Am I not allowed to ask if I'm curious?" He asked, looking up into her face.
"No, because it means you weren't paying attention when I was talking to you," she laughed.
He swatted her ass and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and left her to her shower.
"Girls are weird. We just wash. Sometimes using the same thing on our hair as our body," he mumbled, leaving the bathroom.
She giggled and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Turning off the shower, she got out and grabbed the towel. Walking to the door, she unlocked his suitemates' door and left the bathroom. She grabbed another towel from under the bookcase and began to dry her hair. He watched again with a grin on his face.
"God, you women do this crap on a regular basis?" He asked, shaking his head. She laughed and gently squeezed the excess water from her hair.
"Yes and there's a lot more than this," she told him demurely.
"Seriously? I always knew it took women forever to get ready but I guess I never really understood why," he said, grinning. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Men," she muttered.
He grinned at her and eyed her frame as she began to dry off. When she was finished, she dropped the towel on the floor and crawled up on the bed. She was leaning over to kiss him when someone pounded on the door.
"Ignore it," he said, pulling her towards him.
"Legates, I know you're in there. Let me in," Romero shouted through the door.
"No, what do you want, Romero?" Legates yelled back, making Michelle drop her head to his chest.
Eyeing his tattoo she smirked and began to trace it with the tip of her tongue. He sucked in a breath and prayed Romero would just go away.
"Unlock the bathroom door, you tool," Romero called through the door. Legates looked down at Michelle with a raised eyebrow.
"I unlocked it," she said then scraped her teeth across his peck.
"It's unlocked," he squeaked then coughed to clear his throat.
"It's unlocked," he said again louder.
Romero stood on the other side of the door silently laughing. Whatever, Legates was up to apparently was interesting. Getting up, Legates walked to the bathroom door and locked it from his side. Returning to the bed, he laid down. Michelle curled up with him. She ran her hand down his stomach and moved it lower. He groaned when her hand wrapped around him. He was wondering if he'd be able to go again when he felt her mouth on his quickly hardening length.
"Jesus," he growled that trailed off to a moan.
The door knob from the bathroom turned and they both ignored it. He felt her tongue ripple and his eyes went completely wide. What the hell was that? She did it again and he sucked in a breath. Swirling her tongue around his tip, she tucked her lips around her teeth then slid her mouth down his length. His breathing became ragged and she relaxed her throat.
He stilled his hips even though he badly wanted to thrust into her mouth. Pleasure shot from where her mouth was located to all over his body. He let out a low rumbling moan when she swallowed, squeezing her throat muscles around him. He clenched the sheets near his hands and tensed his hips. He was panting with the effort to control the passion shooting all over his body. Reaching down, Michelle cupped his sack in her hand and ran her thumb over them.
Legates sucked in a guttural breath and gave into his body's instinct. He gave a small thrust and she took it. No way she'd never done this before. He felt her other hand encircle his engorged member at the base and stroked upwards following her mouth. She sucked the tip, swirling around it and he felt his balls pull up against his body and he knew what was coming. She massaged them and looked up at him as she continued to suck.
"Michelle, you had better stop if you don't want me to shoot a load in your mouth," he whispered hoarsely, barely holding on.
She gave a soft squeeze and he lost it, his eyes rolling back in his head. With a single thrust, he burst into her mouth. Oh dear God, she swallowed. He let out a sigh and opened his eyes when her mouth moved slowly back up his body. Curling up next to him, she laid her head on his chest. She listened to him pant for a minute before looking up at him.
"Do I need to call an ambulance?" She asked in a laughing sassy tone. He shot her an evil look followed by a grin.
"No," he said in a sleepy satisfied tone.
She smiled and dropped her head on his chest and fell into a light doze. He lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened. Did a woman who had very little experience with sex and even less with blow jobs just give him the best one he could ever remember getting? He gently brushed her hair back from her cheek and lightly ran his fingers down her arm. She twitched and scooted even closer.
He smiled and let his eyes drift closed. A few hours later, he woke up in the bed alone. Lying there, he listened to see if she was still there. He could hear her talking on the phone quietly. Listening closely, he almost barked out a laugh. She was ordering food. He couldn't believe how much this woman could eat and still stay thin. Dear lord, she just ordered dessert too. When she came around the corner, he was lying there with his hands behind his head and a smirk on his face.
"Hungry?" He asked her with a grin.
"Not really, I thought you might be drained though," she said, returning his smirk. He barked out a laugh and grabbed her arm. Pulling her down, he wrapped his arms around her.
"You are bad, you know that?" He asked against her temple. She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.
"I wasn't before I met you," she told him solemnly.
"Bullshit, it was always there I just set it free. So you've always been bad you just didn't know it yet," he mumbled.
"Proves my statement, doesn't disprove it," she muttered.
"Too worn out to have an intelligent conversation. Must refuel," he mumbled.
"Thirty minutes with no hot sauce," she whined, fake sniffling. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"Fine, fine, but you have to promise to rinse your mouth out before you put your lips on my body," he said.
"Okay," she lay together in silence, his mind thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her or with her and her mind just drifting.
Close to half an hour later, he grunted, rolled off the bed, and ambled to his dresser. Michelle watched him go through slit eyelids. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. He heard a 'hmm' behind him and looked over his shoulder. Michelle lay on the bed with a cat that ate the canary smile on her face. He quirked his eyebrow at her and her smile grew wider. Shaking his head, he scooped up his wallet and headed to the door.
When he reached the stairwell, he went upstairs instead of down. Opening the doorway to the third floor, he headed down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door halfway down the hall. Raising his hand, he knocked and hoped Martinez was there.
"What?" Martinez yelled from the other side of the door.
"Open the door, dick," Legates called through the door.
When the door opened Legates could see the man had been playing a video game. Rolling his eyes, Legates looked at him.
"Hey, you know that hot sauce you told me about? The one that made your balls sweat. Can I borrow it? I'll return it tonight," Legates asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"You ain't gonna use it for a prank are you? I don't want to waste it," Martinez said.
"Nope, Michelle wants it for her burger," Legates said quickly.
Martinez shook his head and frowned but turned and walked into his room. He came back carrying a bottle that said Blair's Sudden Death Sauce. Legates took the bottle with a smile and a quick salute.
"Thanks, man. I'll bring it back later," he said. Turning on his heel, Legates headed down the hall ignoring the mumbled 'I really hope he's not wasting it' comment that came from Martinez. By the time Legates reached the door, the delivery guy was already standing there.
Techie bawled in laughter at the sight of the disheveled Legates. Pulling out his wallet, Legates paid the driver and took the food. He was walking past the lounge when Davis called out making him stop.
"Hey, Legates, does she look half as bad as you?"
"Not yet," Legates said with a cheery grin. Jones snorted and shook his head at Davis.
"Ya'll spend way too much time covering up his sexual activities," Jones muttered. Davis shot him a confused look.
"I'm not covering them up at all and why do you give a fuck about his sexual activities?" Davis asked, his eyes narrowed as he mentally speculated the answer.
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Legates climbed the stairs, looking at the cups in the cup holder. He started laughing as he realized she'd ordered really thick milkshakes. When he reached the door to his room, he turned the handle with his pinkie and pushed the door open with his foot. Setting the drinks down, he carried the bag around to the bed and set it down.
"Hot sauce is in the bag," he said. She dug in the bag and a grin spread across her face.
"Not mine but it's close enough," she said, grinning. He shook his head and walked back to the door and locked it.
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Martinez walked into the lounge and crossed his arms then scowled at Techie. Techie looked up at Martinez with a calm even look on his face.
"Need something, Martinez?" He asked in an amiable tone.
"Is your boy using my super hot sauce to pull a prank?" Martinez said, having the feeling that Legates was up to no good with it. Techie paused for a second then shook his head with a grin on his face.
"Nope, Michelle probably wants it," Techie said.
"No way, no girl is eating anything that hot," Martinez rumbled.
"Man, I saw her douse and I mean saturate the fiery wings at Founding Fathers in Tabasco then bitch because they weren't hot enough. She eats something called, oh what the hell those things that eat snakes," Techie said, snapping his fingers. Martinez's mouth fell open, his eyes bugged and he shook his head.
"Mongoose?" Martinez supplied with doubt.
"Yeah that's it. Dr. Saroyan said her dad probably put it in her bottle as a baby. She apparently eats it on everything," Techie said, shrugging and turning his attention back to the TV. Martinez shook his head in disbelief, turned on his heel and went back up to his room.
A/N: Let's see what else they have up their sleeves... food, love, pigs, cannibalism, unexplained bacon, setting her straight, swelling, tongue things, roads, Modern Warfare 3, best send off ever, pounding thumps, grinding, sleeping naked, packing, living vicariously, statistics, unsaid things, early classes, sniffing, and not fun discussions.
A/N2: Okay I've been busy and not updated my blog. I will do that today and hopefully I haven't missed too many links. I know I have one for a tongue ripple and four leaf clover thing. I have to say it is really weird. All information I have about African American hair care I found on a forum which was really informative and interesting. Learned stuff I never knew which is always fun.