I knew they might not let me near him, but I had to get to him. It was so important to get to him. I had to see him. My tears were already falling bec...use I knew what they would think.We had been driving around in the rain, but being careful. We had spent the night out while my boyfriend was out doing his thing. I knew he wouldn't go too far. He never left me alone for very long.I had heard the accident reported on the news as having just occurred. I was nearby. It was imperative that I get to. No doubt there were guys who'd be delighted with all that. For all I knew,some of the thirty-odd men who were stuck here with me fell into thatcategory. But I was not one of those sissies. I was a man, and very muchwanted and intended to stay that way. The question was - how?The hateful voice we had heard twice so far had said that one of us wouldhave the chance to keep our manhood. That suggested some kind ofcompetition - and I really didn't want to think too much about what thatmight involve.. The silence at the table told me the others were watching and the increasing panic I sensed in Nicole told me my time was quickly running out. I heard and then focused on the soothing rhythmic 'tick-tock tick-tock' of the wall clock and it was suddenly clear.I reached out with my hand and touched her silky hair. I focused on the softness and beauty of each strand as I felt it. I then touched her ear, focusing on its delicate features and beauty, the smoothness of the skin and the tiny cilia. I can count on one hand how many dates I had been on since that day. That shit made me hardcore. I had no intention on trying at another relationship. We could kick it here or there and not on no, consistent shit either.That was until she moved in across the street 4 months or so ago. See I had moved into the city and was in apartment C of the brownstone and happened to catch her on moving day. She was brown skinned, short cut like Nia on Friday almost, and her smile was brighter than Time.