“Momma, meet Tonya and Xavier McDay. They live across the way. Guys, this is my mom, Marie Rabineaux.” Everyone shook hands all around, pleased to meet each other. I kissed my daughter goodbye, told her to be good and then we headed out.
Frankly, I had not yet recovered from the shock of Xavier McDaddy-Day looking so sexy. Man, he cleaned up real good. That whole computer nerd persona had disappeared into tight jeans that hugged everything they could, from a trim waist to a firm, bitable round ass, all the way down some finely made legs. Jeezus. And that red, torso-hugging shirt with the zipper in front almost brought me to my knees when I caught sight of those n*****s that already protruded a little. f**k. Me.
When we got into his car, Xavier looked over at me and said, “You look shell-
