Free Tears on My Pillow 2 by Elle Welch Page A

her so I quickly say, “Nnnn...nooo...no, that isn’t what I mean at all.”
                       Qia busts out laughing. “Look at you...ha ha ha…all stuttering and shit!”
                      I reach over and lightly slap her leg, forcing myself not to let my hand linger. “Well, now that you mention it, a few spots have gotten a little bit thicker. I just wanted to make sure that you were fully recovered before I said anything.” I glance over at her and smile to take the sting out of my words as I pass a minivan doing 40 mph in the middle lane.
                       “Shut up Chan! You swear you’re funny, don’t you? To answer your question though, smart ass, I haven’t started back running yet, but I will soon.”
                       “Do you have any idea when you will be going back to work?” I ask as I merge from the left lane into the right, so that I can get off at the next exit.
                       “I don’t know. Jakari gave me the FMLA paperwork so I have to take that to the doctors and then, I guess I will get a return date.”
                       I nod my head and put my right blinker on. “Makes sense.”
                       I turn into the parking lot and immediately wonder why I let this girl talk me into going to the mall on a Friday. The parking lot is packed. We drive up and down about four aisles before I find a spot that is located in the boondocks. “Oh, this is going to be a cold hike,” Qia says as I pull into the spot.
                       We get out the car, and I straighten my scarf and hat as Qia starts walking towards the mall. I close my door then lock it. I walk away and almost get caught up to Qia when I check my pocket for my cell and notice I don’t have it. I turn around and go back to the car and see it sitting on the console. I unlock the door and grab my phone. I slip the phone into my coat pocket and begin jogging to catch up to Qia. I slow down to admire her ass and the fact that it has also gotten fatter. “Hey Qia!” I yell cupping my hands around my mouth to help amplify my voice. “Your ass is fatter too!”
                       She spins around to face me. “That’s fine, it makes it easier to do this though!” she yells back. She turns her back to me and begins twerking. That shit looks sexy as hell. Ass is flinging everywhere. I lick my lips and wish like hell she was doing that shit on my lap. I feel my pole growing like Pinocchio’s nose.
    I gotta redirect my energy because this woman really turns me on more and more every day. I need to get my blood flowing to other parts of my body so I yell, “C’mon Qia, I’mma race you to the door!”
                       We take off running like fools. I just barely beat Qia to the Sears’ entrance. I hold the door open for her. Once we are inside, I ask, “What store do you want to go to first?”
                       “Well, since you keep talking trash, I want to get some sneakers from Finish Line.”
                       It takes Q about 45 minutes to pick out some running gear and 3 pairs of sneakers. I don’t mind though because it gives me a chance to just sit and admire her. I’ve always stayed out of their business, but it frustrates me at times that my brother can’t stop cheating on her. I know he loves her, but his ass is just so damn selfish and too set in his ways to change. I don’t know what the fuck it is that he thinks he is looking for. I guarantee you, if I got a taste of Qia, there would be no woman on this earth that could tempt me.
                      Qia pays for her items and we leave Finish Line, heading back out into the mall. We patronize a few more stores: Macy’s, Forever 21 and end up in the Coach store. She is admiring some type of purse or bag. Since she