And yet another shot at the title (part xxvi)

Mama Anandra Sheila Mohammed Anard caught me staring at her superb supple breast fully exposed through her eclectic mixture of Turkish, Persian, Hindu, Swahili, Hotep, Aztec, Mongolian, Tibetan, Vietnamese, Hmong, and Puerto Rican garb. “What is it about these two exposed swelling glands that amplify the fertility of women that appeal to men?” she asks me.

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “Personally I’m an ass man.”

Perhaps it was a game of one-upmanship between her and Dick who was sitting on the other side of the room wide legged with his nutsack fully exposed. Not his penis. Just his long, wrinkly scrotum. “Men are too easily entertained,” Mama continued, “certainly the lesser of the species.”

“No argument here,” I said.

Jimmy and Kat walked in side by side with Kat holding stacks of paperwork under her arm. Jimmy was inexplicably donned in traditional Sikh clothing. “This is absurd,” Jimmy said, “of course Mama should be a consultant on this project!”

He knelt down in front of the guru, cupping one of her breast in his hand. “Oh Mama,” Jimmy uttered, “the mother goddess graces us with her presence.”

Mama placed her hands on his face. “Of the evil that man doeth,” she spoke, “you are the one shining beacon of hope that lights up this cruel world.”

“Oh Mama, oh Mama,” Jimmy repeated. He shed a few tears then stood up and looked me square in the eye. “This woman is a saint,” he said to me. “Regardless of the beef between you and me, you treat this woman as royalty. Understood?”

“Whatever you say Jimmy,” I said.

He grabbed some of the paperwork from Kat and began signing away. Afterwards he threw down the pen and approached Kat. “Katherine, we’ve worked together a long time. I trust you. But with Mama Sheila Mohammed onboard, I require your utmost professionalism,” he warned. “No more shenanigans like in the previous pictures. This production must come in on time and on budget.”

Kat swallowed and nodded. “Yes sir,” she said.

Then he looked back at me. “And James…”

“Yes Jimmy?” I said awaiting his response. But he said nothing and departed the room.

TO BE CONTINUED…