"Good night, James." Would you like something before take-off, sir?"Darren looked up from his paper at the flight attendant. "Ginger ale, please," he ...eplied. As the attendant proceeded to ask the rest of the cabin for their drink preferences, he returned to the Times. First class did have its privileges, he mused, separation from the masses being foremost in his mind. The last time he had flown economy (for a short trip to Phoenix for personal reasons), he had been immediately recognized, and. I told him no. I was going to breast feed William for a few weeks. The doctor was confused, knowing that the baby was being adopted, but didn’t question it any further. The next couple of days in the hospital, Carol was in the room holding William every moment she could. When William was hungry, Carol would hand him over to me, for me to feed. William had a great suction on my breast, every time. I wished that Carol could feel the powerful suction her son had. When she asked if it hurt,. .. the human drama of athletic competition... This is Jezebel'sWide World of Sports!Once we get to the parking lot of the sports complex that my competitionis at, Mistress Valerie is waiting for us in mother's luxury sportscoupe. Mother didn't want to get "busted" driving separately, becauseonly mother is going to my competition with me. I pull out all my gearfor my performance from the trunk. At the last minute, Mistress V, stillin her muddy soccer gear, decides to stay and watch me. I still had some small cases to work on so I wasn’t taking on any new cases. For the next month, I spent most of my time at the office. It was a good thing I didn’t have a wife or girlfriend. She probably would have left me.I still made time for me though. I still hung out with female company. Nothing serious, they were just friends. I hadn’t thought of being with someone since my night with Nikki. Then, she vanished without a word. I hadn’t thought about Nikki in months. That night.