This day has been a nice, easygoing, lazy day (of sorts).
We went to church. The church was having a fish fry, and I volunteered to help, so after completing my Hospitality obligations and duties, I went over to the kitchen and for the rest of the time there, I was helping the ladies.
Redsnapper and catfish, greens, corn bread and pastries. I was part of the plating part of the food effort.
The girl I mentioned a few times in journals was there. Last mention, I believe that I recorded that she had texted me and I chose not to respond, along with my former neighbor who gave me head at my last apartments.
This last time I came back from Vegas, my dad had come up to my room door the next day, and told me, “Ol girl approached me at the revival the other day, saying that she’s got a bone to pick with you.”
I laughed and somewhat incredulously asked out loud to myself whatever for? He started chuckling that he had asked her what you got problem with my son for, and then had said never mind, that’s between you and him.
I laughed and turned back to my game (I was playing CoD Cold War online) saying, “That’s between her and Jesus.”
Well, as I said, she was there today. I first saw her manning my post in hospitality while I was having a great conversation with my mom, who’s also on the team. I assume she saw me before I saw her, as she was walking with friends and when she got near me, she started talking louder and more animatedly.
She walked past me as if I wasn’t there. I peacefully ignored her and fully focused on my talk with my mom.
As she passed us, my mom (who I’ve said before is extraordinarily perceptive) stopped in mid sentence and watched her walk in like:
And looked back at me, and I just shrugged and grinned.
After this, I went to the kitchen. I had a feeling she (ol’ girl, as I’ll refer to her henceforth) would end up in proximity to me and sure enough, I after maybe 30-60 minutes heard her voice in the other room with some other younger people (17-21 approx age range).
I minded my business, and it took about 15 minutes after that for her to try to open the kitchen door out of nowhere aggressive as hell, to ask for a “paper towel”. We don’t like people coming through that particular door, so there was already a table blocking the door but I raised my voice loud enough to less than yell, “Hey hey hey, no.”
She made her request with her fingers sticking through the crack of the door (intrusive thoughts just gave me a wicked idea 
) and I snagged her a couple of pieces, deposited them in her hand and one of us closed the door again.
Soon thereafter, she was in the kitchen mugging me. Like, in a movie where some guy doesn’t know he’s the hero yet and the one who reveals to him he’s a hero in whatever way is standing in a crowd of people, otherwise moving about their business, lasered squarely on him/her and only them.
It wasn’t a vexed look. It was just raw intensity only somewhat disguised by her sunglasses. Sunglasses don’t mean anything to my sensitivity though, I could feel it and it took every bit of willpower to avoid the pull to lock eyes with her. Rather, I nonchalantly looked at the people to the left and right of her or that were closer to me in front of her and off to the side of our line of sight.
At one point, she had left the room and I was handling plates on the long dining table. She came through the door-way that was to my right and being a woman, sensed I was there without looking. She turned to the right, so her back was having facing me and with a flash I realized what she was about to do and put my hands on her back around her ribs, similar to how you might hold a bucket out to catch water.
At the same time, she had started pushing herself back to ‘bump into me’. I hadn’t extended my arms out, I suppose her back was a couple of feet from my chest.
I said something clever and nonchalant (of course) and after a couple of attempts to push her back into me, she - in front of godfearin’ folk, mind ye - allowed my push to bring her shoulders forward, somewhat down and pushed her ass all up onto my groin.
Khan Black’s training and the will of a sage blessed me to have only the most minor reaction down there. I played it off well and said something else witty, acting like nothing had happened.
I then told her something like, “The kitchen needs me. I’m on the clock, you know.”
She just increased what she was doing, and almost imperceptibly to anyone watching grinded on my groin.
I slid my hands down her back to just above her hips and gave us some space for Jesus, and calmly, but I’m pretty sure with a hint of my inner grin escaping, “Do I need to pick you up and move you, miss?”
I don’t recall if she said anything back, but I do remember her really pushing back with her full body and I think I locked eyes with one of the church sisters, exaggerated an eye roll and wrapped my arms around her, just below her breasts, and with her ass bumping on my now admittedly somewhat awakened ninji, carried her giggling ass back into through the door through whence she came, dropped her as a guy was walkingand said, “There ya go, here’s where you belong.”
I neatly dodged her attempt to smack me and smoothly walked back into the kitchen as if nothing happened.
She came back in a few times, poking or pinching my side when she would go by.
On a couple of occasions, she would walk right up to me - ignoring the older women giving her the most bombastic side-eye - and just hover right there at either my 2 o’clock or 4 o’clock.
Like I said. She’s intense.
At one point, in one of her hovering sessions, I relented and turned squarely to face her and smiled, jerking my head up in a questioning manner. She said something, I said something back, she said while staring deep in my eyes, “I missed you” and I smiled again and gave her a side hug, which she held for much longer than I was prepared for, which got both of us eyes from the kitchen staff, including her godmother who was sitting not 3 feet next to us.
I didn’t get flak, though.
Anyways this has been a long account, so, skipping forward, as my parents and I were leaving, a guy called out to me and said, “Aye you leaving, cuzzo?!” I said yessir, looks like that time and shook his hand, ignoring everyone else that was there with him (the younger group aforementioned), and I’m pretty sure she was with the group but I didn’t even glance at anyone else, just my guy. The silence was strong as hell for whatever reason as my parents and I reached our jeep which was about 15 feet away and I felt like everyone was watching me/us, but didn’t look.
Ol’ girl came walking up towards our car, on the passenger side where my dad was sitting.
As she almost reached his window, which was open about 6 inches, I waited until she was just about to say something and while staring straight at her, smiling with my eyes, rolled up the window from my side, just as she started speaking.
It was one of those great moments. It took a couple of seconds for everyone to get what happened.
My dad immediately went to reach to roll it back down, probably thinking I had mistakenly done it,
She had at first looked at my dad, and had some reaction, and then everyone in the car, including my mom, realized at the same time what I had done. My dad started busting out laughing, my mom was all “Ohhhh snap!” 
and ol’ girl yelled at me, of course smiling “Oh my God, that’s foul!!”
I just laughed and shrugged.
She turned her attention to my dad and said you’re leaving me? He said yes sweety. She said you gonna be okay? He said I’ll be good, I appreciate you darlin’. She paused and I felt it coming.
She said, “Well if he…” - nodding at me - “gives you any trouble, you let me know and I’ll beat him up for you.”
I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “Oh, just an average Sunday, then.”
She snapped her eyes to me and said, “You said what?”
I said, “I said goodbye.”
She said something about we don’t do goodbye around here, you need to stop that and my mom actually chimed in with support of her assertion, which was unfortunate because I had a ready-fire retort. I settled for, “Fare thee well, then.”
As I put the car in reverse and pointedly began rolling up my dad’s window again, she hollered through the ever-shortening gap, “Text me when you get home.”
I immediately said, “Maybe.” And pulled us out.
My dad started gutting it again and my mom was like “Dayum! You hit her with that pimp ish.”
I laughed and shrugged.
My mom started talking out loud about how all these women want her baby and what is he doing to these girls that get them going goo goo bananas like that. I shrugged again and looked in the rear mirror at her saying, “He’s just being himself.”
I didn’t text her when I got home. She texted me.
