Georgia On My Mind by Brenda Stokes Lee Page B

name is Peaches!”
    “That’s what I said. Anyway! It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to let you charm me into a similar death sentence. So, no! Get my ring, we’ll set a date. Then buy me house and I’ll consider moving with you.”
    “Well, I guess we're going ring and house shopping this weekend.”
    “I guess we are.” She seductively cooed as she sipped her drink.
    “So, one more thing… Can I at least bring some of my laundry around for you to wash?  I'm running out of underwear. I was going to take it to my mother’s but she stopped speaking to me when she found out I left Peaches. I just have a bag or two… Every things in my car…”
    “What? Are you kidding me?  Hell no!  What do I look like, the damn wash woman?  You need to send that shit to the hotel laundry service.  I can't believe that you think I'm going to wash your damn draws.  Uh! No!”
    Embarrassed for asking, Charles quickly apologized. “You're right. I'm sorry, just forget I asked.  It's just that Peaches always took care of things like that for me.  I'm not good at...”
    “Yeah, well I'm not Pineapples! So, double hell no!”
    Charles surrendered. “You're right.  Don't worry about it.  I'll figure it out. I guess my momma and Pineapples spoiled me.”
    “Yeah well, I have no intention of spoiling you. And I certainly have no intentions of washing your damn dirty clothes!” She snorted as she took a sip of her drink and smiled pretty for a couple that walked by. “Hi, how are y’all doing?”
    “Good! Congratulations on your engagement.” The man acknowledged and the woman nodded in agreement.
    “Thank you.” Charles and Mercedes chimed in unison.
    Now for some odd reason Charles developed and indescribable itch in the seat of his pants.  Bothered by it, he nonchalantly tries to scratch his butt. Unfortunately, the itch was persistent and did not go away. Not only did the burning itch continue, it traveled.
    Suddenly the itching sensation had spread to his taint and his testicles. Unable to resist the urge to scratch, Charles discreetly tries to reposition his junk and scratch his balls. He breathed a sigh of relief that no one seemed to notice. 
    Slowly but surely the itch intensified. With no other recourse Charles began to uncontrollably scratch his ass and his balls more and more frequently.  Finally, he caught the attention of Mercedes’ father a Circuit Court Judge- Judge Roosevelt Murphy. 
    Not sure exactly what Charles problem was, Judge Murphy nonchalantly approached the couple and whispered in Charles' ear. “Charles is everything alright, son?” 
    “Oh yes sir! Everything is perfect. This is a wonderful gathering. We can’t thank you enough.” Charles replied as he desperately suppressed the urge to scratch his balls and dig in his ass.
    “Are you sure?  You're sweating profusely.”
    Charles switches and kicks his leg out in a fruitless attempt to relieve the burning itch without scratching. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, sir.” He lied. “It’s just a little hot out here today.”
    “What's wrong daddy?” Mercedes asked as she noticed the concern on her father’s face.
    “I don't know.  Something's wrong with Charles.”
    While they were talking, Charles seized the opportunity to dig in his balls, assuming they weren't looking.  Unfortunately they caught him.
    “Charles! What on earth is wrong with you?” Mercedes asked appalled.
    “Son wouldn't you feel more comfortable handling that in the privacy of the men's room?” Her father asked as he smiled and waved at an on-looking guest.
    “Yes of course. I'm sorry.  I have no idea what's going on. I suddenly have this uncontrollable itch, that...” At this point, the burning sensation in Charles crack is so intense, Charles stopped mid- sentence and began dancing and twitching as if his pelvis was on fire. “Water, I need water!  Quick!” He hissed as he danced and tried to discreetly scratch himself in a futile attempt to