He had spent many nights masturbating with thought of Jasmine in his head. He even took to watching her on occasion when she dressed or showered. But ...delice, his wife, would never allow such a thing to happen.“Let me tell you a story,” he says soothingly to his daughter, shifting a little so that he is looking down on her. “Your mother has always had a thing for her brother Markus, but his wife, your Aunt Miriam, has always been in the way. Like your mother, Miriam was an elder on the. "Who is that man," I heard Naomi say to Breeze. "My man doesn't have a beard and is not that thin."Breeze answered, "Naomi, I have missed him so bad, I can't even wait for him to bathe to hold him close to me."I hugged and kissed them all, a bunch. "Where is Nita?" I asked, concerned."She asked us to send you right in so see her," Naomi told me.I walked into the house and saw Nita lying down nursing a baby. I ran to her and kissed her. "Nita are you two alright? You weren't supposed to deliver. It’s a bar for the working man. On any given day you can see maintenance men coming in after work sitting next to the day traders from down the street. It’s dark, smoky and loud.This evening after a few drinks with the girls I notice three beautiful, young, black men enter the bar. They appear to be construction workers, dressed in jeans, sleeveless shirts and caps. They are simply magnificent. They are all around six feet tall and very muscular. They sit in the booth next to us and order. Was that Ram at the door? I walked quietly to the front room and checked the eyeglass. It was Ram. He must have heard me come up to the door because he said softly “Mira, it’s Ram. Open the door”. I paused for a second, perplexed, undecided, as the day’s events flashed by in my head. My husband was supposed to return from a long work trip today but had called very late in the day to say he had to call off his trip. His excuse didn’t really matter. Things had been going downhill for a while,.