You read that right! The husband I began chatting with (and this went on nearly every night for quite sometime) began explaining to me how his wife an... he, though only married for several years, were looking for a way that they might have an interracial baby, instead of one of their own conception!At first I assumed he was joking with me, but it didn't take long before I realized he was very serious about this! So, I was intrigued, and I kept chatting with him. I didn't believe that I anything. Me: Done, I’ll check for show timings.We ended up watching the movie, a late night show, and having dinner before that. We bonded quite well. It was fun getting to know her more. She was a fun spirited girl.I then dropped her home. She messaged me later to check if I reached home safely and thanking me for being such a good friend.From then on we interacted often, almost continuously on chat, we’d sometimes meet after work. She would open up a lot about her personal life, even matters of her. ”“Don’t tell her the syndicate was my idea. I need to run if I’m going to get there before them,” Barry said, heading for the door.“I’ll hold them up a tad, no need to get out of breath.”Barry set off at a brisk walk, jogged down the street and got to the lift before Diane and the boys. He let himself in, poured a whisky, unlocked the door between the two halves of the penthouse and left a bunch of flowers and a box on the dresser where they were bound to be seen.The flowers were Diane’s. Then, feeling a little wobbly, she knelt in front of him, resting her hands lightly on his knees. He was dressed in his perennial uniform of jeans and a polo shirt. Diana looked up at him. His head was still tilted back and from that angle she couldn’t see much more than his chin and the underside of his jaw. Should she try to wake him?She jostled his knees slightly with her hands and said tentatively, “James?” though of course there was no way he could have heard her. She jostled his knees.