"You indicated that I might prefer to select my own choice," the Earl demurred.Overriding the older man's protestations, the Emir said, "I think Zeina...b will suit you well. She's twenty-three years old, local born, speaks English, has a delightful body on her, and wants to get pregnant again. She takes the whip well if that's to your taste. I'll have her sent her in."To the Earl's surprise, when he reached his room Zeinab was already there. He was not yet used to the Kobekistani habit of. ”“Damn! You so cold,” chuckled the coffee-colored urban brotha.“Have I not always told you that,” checked Shon.“True dat,” confirmed Mag.“But, I’m totally into you.”“Is that so,” he moved into Shon’s personal space.“Yes, sexy!”“Well, show a nigga wassup, boo!”“Give me 20 minutes. Cool?”“Yeah, chocolate booty. Hurry up!”“Order dinner,” the eager vixen yelled while rushing to the bathroom.“What you want?”“Doesn’t matter.”Shon Watts started the shower.The houseguest chose a wing shop menu to. Zeke said he made arrangements with one of the sororities who dared us to a challenge. We had too big egos and male hormones to pass up a good challenge.The challenge was mud wrestling. I'll try to explain the rules the gals made up. There was a twelve foot square area that would be filled with mud approximately two and a half feet deep. There was to be six girls and us three guys. Each of us guys had to cough up a hundred and fifty dollars. The girls didn't have to pay anything.Each of us guys. Before basic training, I was just a skinny kid, but six months of working out put twenty-five pounds of muscle on me. Anyone who saw me for the first time in a while would comment on the changes. Even some girls I knew from school were taking notice, after paying me no mind all those years. I was a lot more confident and carried myself differently. One afternoon, I was cleaning out the garage for my father. It was a hot day, so I kept hydrated and took off my shirt to even out the farmer’s tan.