Free The Truth Behind The Lies by Lolah Lace Page A

their glittery rhinestone attire. The eighties were standing in front of me.
    “I got one kiss left. You want one?” Bash proudly proclaimed.
    I looked up at him and he was smiling so widely. I think his teeth will hit the grass. I couldn’t believe the words had even come out of his mouth.
    “Hell yeah I want one.” The flamboyant lady boasted.
    Where the hell am I? Is this happening?
    The woman looked straight at me after only gawking at the Adonis known as Bash. He was definitely something to drool over.
    “Only if it’s okay with your girlfriend. I don’t want her to bust me upside my head. She look like she from the Westside.”
    Why do people think I’m from the Westside? Southside for life.
    Bash looked down at me with the biggest smile. My mind drew a blank. I finally shrugged and shook my head yes. I let his hand go. Maybe he let my hand go. He stepped forward.
    “What’s your name?” He asked the boisterous lady.
    “Willie Mae Price.”
    “I’m Sebastian.” He was smiling so hard and for some reason I was too. Willie Mae’s friends were giggling like teenagers and they where far from schoolgirls. Willie Mae had seventy on lock and eighty might be coming soon. That’s after I took a longer look at her.
    Willie Mae closed the small gap between us. I was trying to keep my eyes in my eye sockets. They were about to fall out and hit this piece of broken grass under my boots.
    Bash bent way down. She was short. He put both his hands on Willie Mae’s cheeks. Everything got quiet, almost. There was no need to cue the music. Blues was already playing from the Petrillo Band Shell stage in the background. Bash just pushed his lips on this old woman and he even gave her a little tongue. Nothing like what he gave me but enough to make her jump back into menopause and then back to reality.
    As soon as he pulled away the woman started fanning herself with the sun visor she held in her hands.
    “Lawd Jesus!” She chanted.
    Again we had garnered some attention. Bash went back to holding my hand.
    “Thank you Willie Mae.” Bash politely grinned and he sounded proud of his lip lock.
    “No. “She sighed. “Thank you baby.” Willie Mae gushed at Bash before turning to me. She grabbed my forearm as Bash was leading me away. “Gal you better not let him kiss nobody else.”
    A smile lit up my face. “I wont.” I followed Bash as he led me through the crowd. We ended up at the concession stand.
    We both ordered the same thing, Pepperoni pizza and two cups of beer. Since neither of us brought a blanket we sat on the grass and ate. Thank god for hand sanitizer.
    We listened to music and we stayed quiet most of the time. I sat in-between his legs on the grass and I even fell asleep for ten or fifteen minutes. I couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep outside, downtown Chicago, with a man I had only known for two days. I don’t think he even noticed I was out but it did kind of scare me. I was getting to comfortable with Mr. Dimples.
    It was so crowded in Grant Park, people for days. We just blended in with all the other folks that had come out to hear the blues. There were a few bikers on one side of us. They had to remove their leather vests. It was too hot for that. There were two older black couples on the other side and some older black women in front of us. Some people had chairs but most were lounging on blankets.
    It was so peaceful up here by Lake Michigan. Was it always this peaceful around Bash? He seemed so calm and so cool at all times. I hoped this was his normal way. I had my fair share of drama with men and I was so tired of it. I wanted to just be blissful. I definitely didn’t want to worry all the time. I had my fair share of that also. Quiet is good. Quiet is serene. Quiet is what’s up.
    This is the best date I had ever been on and it wasn’t anything grandiose. The Blues Fest is free. It is nice that Bash didn’t try to wow me with money. He obviously has it. He pays for things, which is