He went into his closet and put on a pair of Polo Ralph Lauren relaxed fit jeans and a quarter zip fleece pullover. He picked up his wallet and cell p...one off the nightstand and walked towards the bedroom door. “Where are you going,” asked Stephanie Henderson.“Out,” he barked.Kenyada stopped in the dining room and went into the liquor cabinet. He grabbed a half empty bottle of Hennessy. He step outside and pressed the button to raise the garage door. He got into his ruby red 2014 Ford F-150 SVT. I can barely see you, but I sense your anger. I walk up apprehensively. Afraid I have once again gone too far. I lean in slowly as you look me up and down. I slide into the booth next to you despite your evident disdain. I sit quietly for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, you grab me by the neck and squeeze my throat. A small gasp escapes from my mouth. I freeze, afraid someone, a stranger, will see and know our secret. "What is wrong with you?" You spit the words like venom. Tears spring to my. Or even join. Ah….here it is. The room on the invite. As I am entering the library, I notice the room lit in deliberate areas. Seemingly random yet purposefully arranged sexual plush and leather furniture. Two people are in the room. A man and a woman. He is nicely dressed, summer wedding attire. Off white suit, light blue shirt under coat and no tie. He's in his mid 20s, short hair. Clean cut with goatee. Seemingly tall, from this perspective. Laid back in a large, overstuffed chair, legs. “What?” we both said at the same time. “Okay, I’ll come back to your house with you.” I turned and looked at MJ and she was smiling half nervously but there was this look of wonder as well. I reached for Will and he was already hard. I reached back to touch MJ and began stroking her leg. Each touch of her even through the heavy cloth of her jeans made me tingle inside and I could not wait to stroke her bare skin. The conversation during the drive was strained, we didn’t want her to feel.