revenge.

The following sounds as if Bobby Nunn had just heard Dirty Mind while in the presence of Prince himself. At the beginning of the party, he was super confident about his ability to pull just about any woman that he desired. They were all there for his taking, willing to do anything he'd like. That skinny motherfucker with the high voice wasn't going to stop him at all. He was obviously gay, right. He had to be. With the blouse on and high heels. He added up to about 5'4" and maybe 116. Soaking wet. With weights on his ankles.

But then he goes and hands the dj a copy of his new album. The one with him in a bikini and tights on the cover. "This nigga must think he's cute or something. Ha!

"I've heard his last one, the one with him on the back riding a white horse. That shit was good but nothing spectacular. I mean, "I Wanna Be Your Lover" was pretty funky but...I don't know about this guy."

At that moment, the dj starts in on Side B. "Uptown" is on. Oh shit.

"Hey! where'd he get that groove from? And that synth line? What's he been doing, practicing?"

Bobby then eyes a beautiful Latin looking girl at the end of the bar. Prince is being fawned over by a couple of white girls in short leopard-print skirts over in the back lounge. Bobby sees his chance to chat up the exotic young thing and then parade by Prince as he makes his way to his limo with his newly-won lady prize.

He orders a drink, a gin & tonic.

By the time he looks over to where the girl is, he sees that a short black girl with curly honey colored hair has taken her place. "Where can she be?" he thinks to himself.

He spies the corners of the club, and the ladies room door for a few moments.

Then he sees her. Well-not her face exactly, but her calves.

Calves and heels. The calves are strong, the heels bright red. Fishnets tie them together.

He can only see the calves and heels because her back is facing him and he can't bear to look up any further at first. When he finally decides to, all he can think to do immediately is look away. But it's too late.

In that split-second, he saw it all. Her face, buried in that skinny motherfucker's lap. Her hands caressing his chest hairs through the open buttons of that god damned white blouse. His steely look of pleasure. All it took was one look.

Bobby went home with the short black girl. He actually ended up marrying her. She wasn't a fan of that skinny motherfucker with the high voice, and he found that reassuring.

The next morning, he had some breakfast while the blond was sleeping. Quietly, on a small synth with a headphone jack, he started composing this song.

"I'll show him" he repeated to himself. "I'll show them both."

Bobby Nunn - Sexy Sassy