The next day Marshall thought it might be a good idea if Regina got to know the girls, meaning the girlfriends of the guys. Regina was not too thrilled with having to get to know the girlfriends because she felt like she would get pawned off and be relabeled “one of the girlfriends” and no longer be Regina. None the less, she agreed and went shopping with the group.

All the guys had girls with exception of Fifty, Kon and Proof. Bizarre and Dre’s wives were considered the Queen Bees and were considered best friends. Regina almost gagged at how they acted. These were the kind of fake people that she couldn’t stand.

The guys insisted on dropping them off on their way to a guys’ day out. As they stood at the front of one of the stores on Fifth Avenue, Regina watched as each of the guys handed their respective girls a wad of cash and a credit card. When Marshall opened his wallet and handed her his credit card she looked at it, then back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“We’ll see you later for dinner,” Marshall said as he grabbed Regina by the hips and went to give her a kiss. Instead Regina took the credit cared and stuck it in his mouth and gave him a small grin.

“Yeah, we will.” She smacked him on the ass and walked away.

Regina couldn’t believe the women she was being forced to hang out with. Leisha, Dre’s wife, and Connie, Bizarre’s wife were beyond annoying. The rest of the girls made it a point to point out on several occasions that she was not black. Regina’s favorite comment had to be from Dina, Kuniva’s girlfriend.

“Oh honey, that’s right, you’re white or actually an off-white, you wouldn’t understand.” Regina wanted to retort that in fact she wasn’t white, not that she was offended by being considered white, but just to make her eat her words.

After a torturous day of shopping with the girlfriends Regina was more than happy to say goodbye to them in the lobby of the hotel. She raced up to her room with Marshall and was greeted by the rest of the guys as well.

“Hey, how was a day out with the girls?” Proof asked. Regina glared at him as she flung herself down in a chair.

“You can’t make me do that again, no you can’t, don’t ask, I won’t do it.” Regina said as she put her feet up on the table.

“That bad?” Kuniva asked surprised.

“First off, I hate fucking shopping, loathe and despise it, and second, you’re girl, especially, is a fucking bitch, just to let you know.” There was a collective whoosh of “holy shit” from around the room.

“I thought all females like shopping,” Bizarre laughed.

“Not me,” Regina said shaking her head vehemently.

“What was so bad about it?” Dre asked.

“Lets see, lets start off with the fact they all felt the need to remind me, at every chance they got, that I was not black, in fact according to you’re girl Kuniva, I’m not only white, but an off-white,” Regina said holding up a hand and ticking off the reasons.

“Secondly, they, again, at every chance they got, said the only reason I got the deal was because I was fucking Marshall, and then their nickname for me, Ri Ri, then proceeded to tell me, that in order for me to make it, I’d had to grow a bigger ass, bigger boobs, and learn how to shake my ass.” Regina was positively fuming by the time she finished. The guys sat holding their breath, trying to figure out something to say.

“So, is any one going to make an excuse for their bad taste in females?” Regina asked. Proof slunk down in his chair trying not to laugh, but each cough becoming less convincing.

“If you ever try to pawn me off on those bitches again, it’ll be the last thing you do.” Regina said finally getting up and going to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“We did kind of pawn her off on them didn’t we?” Dre asked.

“I think we did. Connie does tend to run at the mouth sometimes,” Bizarre remarked.

“So does Dina,” Kuniva added.

“Well, you can’t accuse me of bad taste this time,” Marshall said smugly as he folded his arms.

“Yeah, we probably would have had more fun at the sports bar with her. It was kind of dull to tell you the truth,” Swifty replied. Regina returned a few minutes later.

“So, should I start stewing myself now or do the raptors prefer their meat raw?” Regina snapped.

“Look Reggie, I don’t know what to say, but I am sorry that we just pushed you out there with them, and I apologize for my wife,” Dre said sincerely.

“The same goes for me, if its any consolation to you, we didn’t have any fun without you today,” Bizarre added.

“Oh I’m sure you didn’t. And just to let you know Marshall, the next time you try to buy me off that credit card is going to be shoved somewhere else that will be a lot more uncomfortable than where I put it today,” Regina said, her eyes glowing.

“Ho ho,” Proof laughed.

“Just you wait a minute yourself. The next time you three have not’s allow the have’s here to put me out to pasture with the pterodactyls I’m gonna kick all three your asses around.”

“Come on Regina, I’m sure you could find a couple more names for them,” Fifty said with a laugh.

“Like what? Gila monsters, commode dragons, horned toads, legless skinks, velociraptors? It’s been a while, but I don’t think I’ve ever met so many intolerant people in my life.” Regina was still fuming.

“Look, we’ll talk to them, and you don’t have to go to dinner with them either,” Dre added.

“Good, you’re starting to redeem yourself. Besides, after walking about a thousand miles of retail, I am beat.” Regina said with a yawn.

“Well, you at least found something right?” Proof asked.

“Please, what did I need to buy? I have clothes, I brought six pairs of boots with me, I’m good. When I need something I’ll buy it,” Regina said waving her hand. Almost every mouth dropped in the room.

“I’ll never understand females,” Marshall said shaking his head, “never.”