I ain’t never been with a black woman. Just never happened. Soon as I hit my teen years, white women was all I ever had.”“I see, well, alright...,” I saw the mountain of dishes get a little smaller, as I worked as quickly as possible.“She was older than me, in her 30s when he married. I was in my 20s. I can’t tell you how many white women I had I my teens years before her. When I met her, she up and left her husband, and snatched me up!”I inhaled sharply, I wanted to run out. I laughed. At that moment, he was flipped over onto his back. And there in the light she stood. Looking down at him with a sly grin, she cooed “You had your fun yesterday, now I get to have mine”. As his vision adjusted, he was in awe of what he saw. She stood there topless, DDs swaying has she stepped forward, wearing only bikini underwear. He became transfixed on her thick beautiful figure, and tried to calm himself.But the calm did not come. He was an executive in his world and always in. "That was a bit strange," said Mr Andrews after Matthew had gone."What was?" said Penelope."When he came in it looked like he had seen a ghost," replied Mr Andrews."Yes, I noticed that," said Mr Payne."Oh, I didn't, but it was nerves I expect," said Penelope.Being the professional that she was, Penelope Raymond conducted the interview as she would any other but she also thought what a good-looking young man Matthew Pearson was. Her mind also kept going back to his remark when he had entered the. Or the one before. If we deal with this the same way we've always dealt with it then how will this time be any different? I look at Steve's face and I feel a tugging at my heart. This isn't going to work. Steve backs me up until we fall onto our bed. The same bed we made love in for the first time. This is where our life began together. We fought on here. We laughed. We cried. We made love. We broke up….No, no, no! I shake my head, trying to dismiss that last thought. I hold onto Steve and bury.