Free The Naughty Sins Of A Saint by Tiana Laveen

this time. Sorry, Man. Had mass shit to do.” Raphael looked over at Saint. He noted his friend’s immediate scowl when he said her name.
    “No problem. You didn’t miss much – just her trying to cut my balls off on national syndicated radio. Then she allowed at least ten callers who were out of their damn minds to attack me before for she finally intervened. She’s a real peach,” Saint laughed.
    “Wow!” Raphael laughed. “What does she look like? Does she have a face fit only for radio? That voice of hers is sexy as hell, though.”
    “Believe it or not, she’s gorgeous, Man. She looks as good as she sounds. She’s perfect actually. She has this kind of eccentric vibe, but it’s fresh, it’s cutting age and fashionable. She’s about 5’5”, maybe 5’6”, about a 36DD. Her breasts are definitely suckable. She has a small waist, nice, thick, shapely legs. I couldn’t see her ass, but from the shape of her hips, I bet it’s pretty nice. She’s got a slight pooch – nothing major, though. Nothing some riding couldn’t fix.”
    “Damn, did you take a photo? You remembered everything. What type of ride? Like an exercise bike?” Raphael flashed a devious grin, trying to provoke Saint to finish the thought.
    Saint laughed, “I think you know what I’m talking about. After a few laps on a stiff one, she’d be fine. She has a funky-ass attitude. She probably hasn’t had any dick in a while – not any good dick, anyway.” They both started laughing.
    “She’s got a nice, smooth complexion and a lot of hair,” Saint continued as he reminisced. “She doesn’t have a relaxer. I loved it. It was pulled back and in a soft, wild, bouncy ball with a feather in it. Her nose kind of turns up at the end like a little kid’s,” Saint smiled. “Her best features are her eyes and lips, though.”
    Raphael rolled his eyes. “She must have some DSLs!” he teased.
    “Yup, they’re sexy and huge – definitely some dick suckin’ lips,” Saint laughed. “She uses ’em to talk shit, though. She’s got a smart-ass mouth. We got into it during the commercial break.”
    “You argued with Xenia Donnellson and lived to tell the tale?” Raphael nodded in approval. “She can be brutal. I’ve heard her tear people up from time to time in her interviews. She’s like the Judge Judy of interviews,” he laughed. “She obviously didn’t know who she was dealing with either, though. I’d hate to see you two going at it. You both can be vicious. We know how you are.” Raphael rolled his eyes.
    “Yeah, but I’m not going to act crazy on the radio, Man. You know me better than that. She really tried to push my buttons, though, mostly off the air. She was very angry, and I didn’t provoke that shit. She just started going off while we were still on the air. I let her know I didn’t appreciate the shit she pulled. She told me I was an egotistical lunatic, and that was that.” Saint put his arm behind his head as he turned the station on his large-screen plasma television. Raphael looked at him closely. He then stood up, leaned down in front of Saint, and studied his friend’s face, squinting as if he were trying to crack a puzzle. Saint smiled but refused to look Raphael in the eye.
    “You dirty son of a bitch!” Raphael laughed. “You like her!” He tumbled to the floor and snickered, rolling back and forth on the zebra-print rug.
    “Yup,” Saint smiled widely as he turned the station with the remote control. “She’s seems very familiar to me. She’s beautiful, smart, talks mad shit – sexy. I believe she’s the one.”
    Raphael raised his eyebrow and looked closely at Saint again. “You’re kidding me. You’ve been on this quest to find your wife, and you think it’s trash-talking Xenia Donnellson?” Raphael shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”
    “Oh, no, I’m very serious. I had a dream the other night before I met her. The woman looked just like her. I mean identical. It’s