“How would video footage prove anything unless it actually shows him in the act?” I knew Alton could be a bit dumb, but even he wasn’t that foolish.
“Look.” Tynisha flipped the laptop so that I could see the screen. “See, I know Alton. If he’s fucking this bitch, he’ll avoid looking at her in public. He doesn’t want anybody to know. In his mind, he thinks the best way to fool people is to not acknowledge her at all. Because Alton can’t keep his dick in his pants, he naturally stares at a woman with his tongue hanging from his mouth. So, I’m looking to see what he does with this one girl,” she points her perfectly manicured nail at the grainy image of a woman on the screen walking down an alley with at least six other people alongside Alton.
“So, what is he doing?”
“I haven’t figured it out yet. This is my twentieth time watching and I see a little eye action on his part, but I can’t quite tell.”
“Does that method really work? Is your theory even valid?”
“It works. It’s how I was able to tell he was fucking your slutty cousin a few years back when she tried to say he got her popped. I looked up the footage and saw he wouldn’t look at her when y’all was leaving the country club and diners. He doesn’t even know how he gives himself away. I could also tell that Stenton was fucking you because he kept stealing looks your way. Alton is the exact opposite.”
That stopped me in my tracks as I held a burping cloth midair. “Tynisha,” I shook my head and tried stifling my laughter. “Stenton and I weren’t involved back then when Alton was sleeping with Angela.” I decided to ignore her labeling of Angela, realizing it would be futile in correcting. She was understandably upset by the situation. “We didn’t start…you know…sleeping together until well after that summer.”
“Well, whatever. My point is every woman has her method of telling if her man is cheating. Every man has a rhythm. I know Alton’s. Like, I always try to make sure to give Al the snatch before one of us leaves town. When I can’t give it to him, it increases the chances of him getting it from somebody else.”
I rolled my eyes at that utter bull crap. Men who want to cheat will cheat!
I sighed and wrinkled my face to fortify myself. “Ty, doesn’t that get a bit exhausting, always checking up on him to make sure he’s doing his part in keeping with fidelity?”
She looked up and into the distance, considering my question, as elementary as it was. Tynisha shrugged, “I don’t know, girl. I’ve been doing it for so long, I have no idea.”
I scoffed. “It would get a bit tiring to me.”
Then her eyes narrowed. “Well, it beats sitting here doing laundry like you’re getting paid for it. What are you doing with yourself?”
I fought my grin as I shook my head at Tynisha again.
Tynisha’s neck snapped back. “Mascot, don’t judge me! I’m sure you know Stenton’s rhythm and you try your damnedest to make sure he doesn’t trip out on you, especially with Erika Erceg sniffing around his balls. Him having a baby recently has not slowed her chase at all, in case you didn’t notice.”
I’d heard of Erika. She was a drop dead gorgeous woman of Syrian descent and had been almost an overnight household name for a sex tape of her and a rapper that went viral a few years back. Erika was also a reality television star like Tynisha. I got the distinct impression she didn’t care for her competition. But I had no idea she had something for Stenton.
I tried shaking that scenario from my mind and resumed folding clothes. “Stenton and I are not together.”
Tynisha didn’t skip a beat when she observed, “According to you two, you were never together, but baby Rogers back there,” she flicked her fingers to the back of the apartment where a napping Jordan was, “…would claim otherwise.”
I chuckled while shaking my head. That’s when I noticed Tynisha staring at me dubiously.
“What?” I narrowed my brows.