”“Me too.”We sat on the end of the bed and watching a scoreless fifth inning. I went and got some ice and two cans of Sprite from the machine in...the hallway. The top of the sixth was scoreless for the Reds as well. We finished our soft drinks, and I moved to sit against the headboard with a pillow behind my head. Elyse asked if she could do that as well, and I said yes.We chatted about the wedding, about school, and about friends. She didn’t have a steady boyfriend. She had been going out with. . I replied ... terrified of being labeled I said "not at all Robert its because I'm married ... I think your terrific and would love to be with you "if" and then he finished my sentence ... if I weren't a Black man right? No No No I said again. And rambled on about having black friends and all the other stupid things a white person says when accused of being a racist.Now I felt I had to prove to him I wasn't a racist ... that I really did want to be with him but I didn't want to betray my. Then she was out one night and she met him, his name was Alex, he was so sexy and the first man she had properly been attracted too in a long time. They spent the night talking and it was then she realised she was still young; she didn’t have to carry on in a broken relationship just because neither of them wanted to admit it was over so she ended it. She had started spending time with Alex just as friends but she couldn’t deny or ignore the sexual tension that sparked between them. They had. They made more small talk. After a few minutes, the vodka began to work its magic. Everybody grew warmer, looser. Tiffany squirmed in the easy chair where she sat, looking from Damon to Laura, back to Damon. Then Laura again."Let's go in your bedroom, Laura," she finally said bluntly. "I'm too nervous just sitting here."Laura smiled calmly. She nodded sideways at Damon. "Should we bring him along?"Tiffany squinted devilishly. "He got something we might be able to find a use for."Laura smiled.