"Oh Reggie, f**k my ass!" Stephanie's voice fills the room a little louder than I intended but it has the desired effect. "You love my tight white ass, don't you Reggie?" Cyn has stopped in her tracks and turned back toward us.
"You know I do, Baby," Cyn's husband's voice jumps from the tiny speaker.
"What the hell?" Cyn steps back and I turn the laptop screen towards her. "Oh my god! What have you two done?" she asks. Jasmine stands up and helps her aunt to a chair. Cyn sits down, takes a quick look at the video and turns away.
"Shut that off, you've made your point," she says angrily. "What do you expect to gain with that? I already knew he was f*****g her," she says indignantly. I expected this response and I'm ready for her.
"But everyone else doesn't," I answer. "What if this went
