‘…meet me in the bar. The room isn’t ready yet.’ I pause for a moment, imagining you sitting there, waiting for me. ‘ok, see you soon.’ I ...ang up the phone and think about what I just said, see you soon, I was finally going to see you again. My school girl crush, from many years ago, reignited again, thanks to modern technology. For the past two years, all you’ve been is a long distance fantasy. I arrive at the hotel, which is right on the beach. The warm ocean breeze is blowing softly. It’s a. “Where's Ainsely?”They erupted in boisterous laughter when I said she was at church. “Well she might prefer to come party with us, don't you think? Why don't you bring her over. Don't worry, ol' Richard that handle three white skanks with ease!” Braggart, I thought.***“You need to watch it with them white girls,” Javon's uncle told him. “I don't know a black man that ain't been burned hanging out with them, no matter what they givin' up to you, that ain't been messed up by 'em. An' messing with. You turned back to the sink and picked up the knife ready to go to work on the sprouts again. I couldn’t let it rest there though. I needed to know. “In what way am I boring exactly?” I did try to keep my voice neutral, but even I could hear the note of sarcasm creeping into the tone. You considered for a moment, and then said: “Take sex for instance. When was the last time we were truly adventurous when we made love?” My mind ran through our last few sexual encounters. They usually followed a. " My wife Bess gave me a nasty look, but then she turned and went upstairs to get ready for the evening.My marriage to Bess was pretty much a sham, but it hadn't always been that way. For almost ten years it had been what I would have called a model marriage and indeed people had pointed at us and said, "That's what a marriage should be like." Not anymore! Six months ago the wheels had come off and the marriage had cratered. That Bess and I are still together is because Bess won't give up on.