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“Very good!” Randy proclaimed. “You and your wife can come by this afternoon and pick him up!”
“Whoa! Wait!” Mike blurted out. “HIM??? There must be some misunderstanding!”
Randy laughed as he spoke, “No, not on this end! I guess Markus and Tameka didn’t tell you all the details.”
“Details?” Mike growled.
Randy took a breath and sighed, “Well, part of the deal is that you have to take in someone of the opposite sex of what you requested for 3 months, then you get what you want.”
“What the fuck?!?” Mike yelled into the phone…trying, but failing to remain calm.
“Look,” Randy explained, “This will deflect any questions about your intentions if someone from the government comes calling.”
“This is bullshit!” Mike grunted. He could already smell that young nigger pussy, and now he’s going to have to wait 3 months. What was worse was that he was probably going to have to harbor some smart ass 10 year old nigger boy with a slew of emotional issues for the next 90 days. “Okay, dammit! We’ll be by around 2:00 this afternoon.”
“Very good. I’ll have Jamarcus ready for you when you get here.” Randy giggled.
Mike slammed the phone down and thought to himself, “What the fuck was that bastard laughing at?”
Outside of the service, Mike and Stephanie are sitting in their Lexus. “So, do we know anything about the child we are getting?” Stephanie asked her nervous husband.
“I really don’t know anything. No details. All I know is that we are supposed to get a child on a trial basis, first, then get another one in 3 months if it works out.” Mike lies to his gullible wife.
“Okay.” She said. Trusting her older husbands’ judgment.
They walked into the small office and told the Philippino receptionist they were there to see Randy. The diminutive secretary looked at Mike and let her eyes trail down to his crotch, mentally comparing his “package” to a roll of dimes. Then, her gaze trailed to Stephanie and looked her over from head to toe, noting her long blonde hair with the dark roots. Then down to her big, fake double Ds and on down to her muscular legs which were mostly ******* due to her short, black dress. And finally down to her $900 Jimmy Choo strappy heels that were obviously a full size too small.
“Ohhhhh….You here for Jamarcus! Oh, you gonna LOVE Jamarcus, white lady!” The receptionist spoke in broken English.
Stephanie burst out laughing at the way the woman talked.
The receptionists just smiled and said, “You laugh now! You wait!” She got up from her desk and held her hands about a foot apart and looked at Stephanie, raised her eyebrows and nodded her head.
Right about this time, Mike was beginning to think this might not be the best of ideas and was getting ready to leave when a light skinned black girl appeared from a back room. She was about 14 and she was wearing a cheerleader uniform with no shoes on. Her eyes met Mikes and she smiled.
The receptionist looked at Mike and said, “She Miko. She the one you get in 3 month.”
Any apprehension that Mike had was out the window. The door opened and a short, bald man appeared.
“You must be Mike.”
“Yes, and you must be Randy.”
“Come into my office.”
They followed Randy down a short hallway and into Randy’s office.
“Sit down. I’ll go get Jamarcus.” Randy said, as he pointed at two leather chairs.
Mike and Stephanie took this moment alone to talk about their excitement.
“I wonder how old he is?” Stephanie nervously asked. “I bet he’s 6...maybe 7!”
Mike chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hoping he’s only 6 or 7. I’m afraid he’s closer to 12 or 13.” then muttered under his breath, “…inches…”, remembering the distance the receptionist held her hands apart.
Their conversation was broken up by the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the doorway. “Well, here he is!” Randy announced.
Mike and Stephanie turned to see a man-child standing in the door. He ducked his head as he walked through the door and stood. He was wearing a pair of Abercrombie jeans and a long sleeve Abercrombie shirt. Mike gasped and guessed his height was at least 6’8” and was pushing every bit of 300 pounds.
“His name is Jamarcus and he only speaks a few words of English. His real name is Etouika, but nobody here can pronounce it worth a shit, so we just started calling him Jamarcus.” Randy explains.