"Okay, so we drove to the Hilton in Montgomery, right?"
"Uh, huh," Rhonda said.
"The hotel was nice. He had the room decorated with rose petals on the floor and bed. Candles were everywhere and, chile, he even had a bottle of champagne. He took his time with me. Well, he had to, you know, since it was my first time. He made love to every inch of my body. Treated me like I was the most important woman in the world. I've never experienced anything like it, ever. I think I love him. No, I know I love him. He's going to be my husband, girl! I just know it."
"Wait a minute, girl. Wait a minute." Rhonda was at a loss for words as she put Shayla on hold. She dialed Gladys' number and connected her into the call.
"This is too juicy. I had to get Gladys on this call. Gladys, Shayla don' let Titus pop her cherry and now she's talking about marrying him. Tell Gladys what you told me, but start from the beginning," Rhonda said, sounding excited for her friend.
"Mija, what could possibly have you talking marriage after one night of 'love making'. You didn't even know what you were doing," said Gladys.
"Shayla started from the beginning, inviting her friends into the most intimate evening of her life - the night she had become a woman.