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“We met in the Bahamas so we’ve already seen everything. And I think anyone knows the honeymoon is all about the sex anyway…” She gave him a judgmental look, all in a tease. “I couldn’t tell you my intimate business even if I wanted to. I save that for my closest girlfriends but even then I’ve been trained since birth on keeping a lid on things. It’s cute how Tony gets a little red in the cheeks though just with my mentions.” He was a sweet southern man when he met Valerie, a hurricane of an affluent social princess who learned a lot about being human from her now husband. She laughed, “Oh look at you already positioning himself for a job. You wouldn’t wanna be my chief of staff though… I still want us to be friends. Have you considered Vice President though? Can you imagine a gorgeous and sexy woman as president and a black man as her vice? Talk about turning that huge white house upside down… the whole place will have to be sterilized after Trump.” A coy grin appeared on her lips, “You can teach anyone anything as long as they’re willing to learn.” She winked, that was all she was saying on that. Valerie was amused watching Damon laugh over her wheelchair comment then rolled her eyes at his reply. “Suuuure you don’t. Don’t fucking play me like that…” Val shook her blonde head. “ Nice lady? Who have you been having dinner with? Your grandma? God… sounds awful dating you if that’s how you reference your girl. Ask Tony he’s got at least twenty to rattle off right away. But anyway the real question here is why is she still in tact and walking around so easily?”
“Sounds like you all lived your best lives, but knowing you the trip was gonna be next level sexy and fun regardless of honeymoon or not.” Damon let out a chortle, thinking as fun and boisterous as Val could be, they way she protected Tony and the privacy of their relationship was heartwarming. “Noted and all good, I’m not offended in the least. Jokes aside, I got nothing but respect for you, keeping your marital bed activities close to the chest is exactly what you’re supposed to be doing. So big ups to you and all that jazz,” he joked raising his glass for a pseudo toast. “Listen, I’m all here for the dream but I feel like it’s going to be a cold day in hell before they let another black man anywhere near the oval office.” There was that and his knowledge that as long as the police kept killing unarmed black men, his place was not behind the doors of the Big House but rather boots down, mobilizing the community with grassroots efforts. “I appreciate the sentiment though, that just earned you a life long pass to the ‘cookout’, and given Tony is from the south like me, we trust you to bring properly seasoned side dishes too,” he teased. “More likely we’ll have to exterminate, not sure there’s a strong enough disinfectant. Drastic times call for drastic measures, feel me?” Damon half-joked, adding a chuckle, then shrugged innocently at Val’s merciless interrogation. “Just trying not to jinx anything with my shitty fucking luck when it comes to women, taking my time getting to know this person -–Zosia, is her name. You might remember me speaking of her before, the journalist who helped clear my name. Anyway, we’ve spending lots of time. But trust me, when things get litty, you’ll be the first to know. Because unfortunately, unlike yourself,I can’t hold water.”
