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But now she knew better than to try that again all because her mother told her that she was always fat and ugly. But after that hospital stint, Aynslee knew that she was lying, only because she; her mother; was the one that was ugly and obese. Hearing a car pull up, Aynslee walks up to the window to see Tyson getting out. She couldn't see what he was wearing but she was so happy that he was here. Finding herself almost running to the bedroom door, she had to remind herself that she barely remembered him and that she needed to slow her roll. She didn’t want to appear to be a fast ass like most of the young females out here. Tyson knocks on the door then opens it to see Aynslee standing in the mirror trying to fix her hair. "Hey."
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Jumping at the voice, Aynslee turns around to see Tyson wearing a black and white suit with a tie, not one of those clip on ties that Patrick wore. It is a real tie. "Hi." She turns back to the mirror. He walks over to her, "Are you ready?"
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She sucks her teeth, "No, my hair. This piece..." She holds the strand between her index finger and thumb, "it won't stay out of my...face." She begins to get even more frustrated, wanting to snatch the strand out and let that be that. She would just have to have that one bald spot on the front of her hair near her forehead. But, Tyson steps in before she could snatch the hair out, "Let me see." She moves the strand to his hand and he twists it around his finger, pulls his finger out, and the strand coils to the side of her face, out of her face. Gasping a little jealous, she playfully shoves him giggling, "Where did you learn that?" She grabs a black jacket that goes with the dress.
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"I have sisters. 2 older and 2 younger. The older ones taught me hair, nails, make up all that and the younger ones taught me tea parties and dress up." He says with much pride and no shame.
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Aynslee chuckles as they exit the bedroom, walk down the hallway and down the stairs. Aynslee didn't realize how huge the house was considering that she stayed in the bedroom all day, talking and laughing with Maryanne. As they walk pass the kitchen, she peeks in and sees a few staff members cleaning and some cooking something, while the others sat around a small folding table playing cards. They stop at the kitchen entrance, Aynslee cranes her neck to get a better look. The kitchen is massive and resembles a fancy restaurant kitchen. "Jere?"
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Jere; a tall man with a very feminine build, full beard and a small moustache, and thick, straight, short chocolate colored; gets up from the small folding table where he and a few other staff members are playing cards. He steps to Tyson and Aynslee, "Looking good, ma'am." He eyes Aynslee.
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Tyson playfully gets jealous and strikes a pose, "What about me? Don't I look ravishing?"
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They all share a heartily laugh. Tyson grabs Aynslee's hand while saying to Jere, "We are going out for the evening. So, y'all can do whatever. Just don't mess up the house."
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Jere does a solider solute, "Yes sir!" Aynslee chuckles as her and Tyson exit the house.
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