Once I left home for college mom was less than thrilled, hating the fact I was miles away from home. In time she was happy for me and had no trouble hiring some help to run the local mini market. Since dad died it was just me and her running the family business for several years. Deep down it wasn't the life I wanted for myself; still feeling bad for leaving mom on her own. It was tough at first but I needed to plan for my own future.
After renting myself a nice little apartment downtown, I call her up from time to time, assuring her I was doing fine. Like a good mother she worried about my safety, warning me to stay away from any woman that might be a bad influence in my life. I told my goodbyes and put away my cell phone; mom could talk for hours whenever she wanted. On my way home I had a run in with my landlady, Sandra Tate. The lonely old widow who ran the building with an iron hand, roamed the hallway, putting up eviction notices for my next door neighbors. When it came to the rent it was either pay on time or out the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Tate," I said, with a kind face. "Looking lovely today."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Wu," she said. "I'm not going to have a problem with the rent am I?"
"You'll have it by the end of the week, I promise. You know I'm good for it."
"Don't forget, or you will have one of these on your door."
"We wouldn't want that."
"No, we wouldn't. Just because you're cute doesn't mean I won't haul your ass out of here."
"I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Tate."
"I'm sure you will. Have a good night, Mr. Wu. Oh, I almost forgot, your girlfriend just dropped by."
She struck a nerve with that one. I haven't had a date for some time now, but Mrs. Tate didn't know that. She must have made a mistake.
"Excuse me," I said. "Girlfriend?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Tate. "A very nice girl, too. She's been waiting inside all day."
"You let her in my place? You let a strange girl go inside my place?"
"Nothing strange about her."
"What did she look like?"
"About five feet, blonde hair, a good sense of humor. We spoke for a bit, filling me in on how talented you are with your hands. I must say I didn't know you had it in you."
There was one girl with blonde hair I knew personally; a royal pain in my ass who didn't take no for an answer. It couldn't be her due to the fact that we broke up awhile back; absolutely no reason for her to pay me a visit after all this time.
"You two have fun now," said Mrs. Tate, heading for the elevator. "And feel free to give me the details."
"Yeah, thanks," I said, feeling down after that bit of information on my mystery girl.
Quietly, I stepped inside my apartment, discovering the light on in my bedroom. Whoever was in there had already made themselves comfortable. I had to know who was in there, but then again I was afraid to even find out. If it was in fact someone from my past, this reunion would be anything but exciting.
"Please, don't let it be her," I said, speaking quietly to myself.
Once I peeked inside, my worst fears became a reality. There she was all laid out on my bed in her pink undies and tank top. A pair of her jeans and sandals lay scattered on the floor.
"Hi, beautiful," she said, in her own seductive way.
"Frankie," I said, letting out my frustration. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"And a hello to you too, Wu Wu."
"Don't call me that, please."
"You're so cute when you're upset."
"Don't do that."
We met at a nude art class, both drawing a guy with a big cock and holding an apple. We spoke a lot to one another after class and hit it off great, but as time went on it got a bit ridiculous. Frankie saw I had talent in the art world, going as far as telling her friends, spreading the word left and right. Every woman wanted me to draw them in their birthday suits and willing to pay for my services.
They offered me twenty dollars a drawing ,doing art on beautiful, young women of every color and shape. Surprisingly, older women paid me even more to draw them as well. In the next few weeks the offers kept pouring in and I was making easy money. It was the easiest and most fun job in the world. Then one day it all came down. Women were then offering to pay top dollar for other services. Instead of an artist for hire I was labeled a cheap whore. One guy even offered me hundreds of dollars to fuck his wife while he watched. It got weirder along the way, leaving me no choice but to quit drawing and end my relationship with Frankie, whom I held responsible for creating that mess to begin with. I never did forgive her and I'd probably never will.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm just passing through," said Frankie.
"Just passing through?"
"Visiting an old friend, talking about old times. And I have a sudden craving for some...Chinese food."
"Well, you're not getting it here."
"Come on, Wu Wu. I can't believe you're still mad at me for that little misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? I was getting getting calls from women everywhere."
"What's wrong with that?"
