�Uh, I don�t know. I haven�t named it yet.�
�Oh.� Brian stared at Halle�s toes, which were still wiggling. They were always wiggling. This intrigued him. �Bob.�
�Huh?�
�His name is Bob.�
�Bob?�
�Yeah.�
�What happened to �Spot� or �Spike� or �Rex�?�
�I comes different.�
�Okay,� laughed Halle.
Brian paused for a moment, noticing how Halle was clutching the covers around her breasts.
�Hey, are you nude?�
�No, I�m not nude. I�m topless.�
�Lemme see.�
�No! You�re too young.�
�Come on. Just flash me.�
�No.�
�Look at this little guy,� Kisha grinned.
�Where�s Brian?� Cheryl laughed. �Ten minutes, and he has the dog running around allover the house.�
�This guy�s a little foot-licker.�
�And so you decide to foist him off on us?� said Cheryl, with Bob still licking at the bare feet hovering above Cheryl�s satin slippers.
�It�s not a foist. He�s cool. He�s just . . . mischievous.�
�CHEHAHAHAHAHAAA! Wooo! That tickles! Stop!� Cheryl tried to nudge Bob over towards Kisha with her foot. Bob cooperated, moving over to Kisha�s feet. She had also removed her sandals. Her feet were crossed at the ankles under her chair. Bob licked the toes of her top foot, making the wiggle spasmodically before spreading. Kisha giggled and uncrossed her ankles, placing one foot atop the other.
Marcus entered the kitchen wearing cargo shorts and a Hieroglyphics T-shirt.
�Marcus, where�s Brian?� asked his mother.
�Uh, dad challenged him to a game of Madden, and he couldn�t resist.�
�Oh. Well have fun opening your presents.�
�I will. Hey, Kisha.�
�Hey, Marcus,� Kisha giggled. He glanced down at Kisha�s feet, where Bob continued to lap at her wiggling toes.
�Persistent little dude, ain�t he?�
�Yes he is.�
�Hey, Marcus. Merry Christmas,� Deanna squealed, shoving the box into his arms.
�Same to you, girl.�
Deanna pecked Marcus on the lips and entered the house.
�I wonder what this could be,� said Marcus, shaking the box.
�Open it,� urged Deanna, taking a seat on the couch and kicking out of her sandals. Marcus sat next to her and began to slowly peel away the wrapping paper.
�Hurry up!� said Deanna, snatching a sizable chunk of wrapping from the box.
�Ay!�
Marcus finally unsheathed the gift from its covering. �You got me turntables?� he said.
�It�s like, a DJ starter set. You always say how you wanna start deejaying, but you never get around to buying turntables.�
�Damn, this is nice. Everything is in here? The mixer and everything? �
�Yeah.�
�Thank you, baby,� said Marcus, kissing Deanna on the lips.
�You got me something?� she asked.
�Aw, yeah,� said Marcus going over to the tree and picking up a small box. He came back to the couch and handed her the gift. She unwrapped and opened it, and plucked out two tickets.
�Prince?�
�Hell yeah. They for next week. They good seats too.�
�Thank you, Marcus,� she said, before involving him in a long kiss.
�That�s Brian�s dog. My aunt gave it to him for Christmas.�
�Cool. What�s his name,� she giggled, letting her toes play with Bob�s tongue.
�I don�t know.�
Marcus was a little surprised to see Halle walk into the living room. He had sort of forgotten about her. Thankfully, she was wearing one of his DKNY T-shirts.
�Halle, what are you doing in here?�
�Halle?� frowned Deanna.
�I�m hungry,� said Halle, sitting on the couch next to Marcus.
�Oh.�
�Halle Berry?� squeaked Deanna.
�It�s a long story,� said Marcus.
�I got time,� Deanna replied.
�It�s a long, strange story.�
�I got time.�
The doorbell rang.
�Hold up,� said Marcus, hopping off the couch and rushing to the door. Things were becoming a bit uncomfortable. A UPS guy was standing at the door, with a long box in hand. �I have a delivery for Brian Dawson,� he said.
�You guys work on Christmas?� asked Marcus.
�I was paid very well to make this delivery,� the UPS guy smiled.
Marcus stared at the box for a second. His eyes widened. �Nooo. You gotta be fucking kidding me.�
�No, I am not, sir.�
�Son of a bitch.�
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