.. I was relieved .. Usually people got upset when I said the N word in un-african american company. It's okay to think it, but you just cant say it ....." Wanna kick it ?" "Huh?" Leslie blinked her heavily shaded eyes and tapped me on the shoulder. "You wanna go with me and vibe .. Just like .. Hang in a car and talk shit." I nodded and followed Leslie out into the party. she had tied a sweater around her waist, but it did little to conceal her curvy bottom. I was nervous and a little anxious ... (Read "It ain't gonna happen.")And now the mail folks!45. (Read FAQ #6 item 38. as this item continues readerMarcie's situation)Reader Marcie's question in the review section of FAQ # 6 isreproduced here (with a few minor edits):Thank you for answering my email. The info you gave in FAQ#1(I.e. item 38. FAQ #6 - author) of this installment will beinvaluable. You are right. Not being the wife or significantother is hindering my efforts. What's hindering my efforts moreis that now my gurl has. She wasn’t there. Jason was in his house for 5 days because his arm was broken, and his sister vouched for him. They showed us medical records of his.”“I still believe Jason had something to do with this, please help us find our daughter.”As Paul finished speaking, I noticed Helen fought back the urge to cry.“What’s Jason’s complete name, and where does he live?” I asked the couple.“His name is Jason Miller. He lives at Parklane Steet. The blue house with the mailbox with a ‘Miller’ written on. It’s been so long since we had seen each other, considering we live in the same town!” she said with a bit of sassiness in her voice.“I know, it’s been too long, how about we make up for it, by having a regular night out each week, it would be just you and me kiddo. We have a lot of those memories to catch up on, don’t we?” I said.“My, you certainly are being nice to me – it kind of reminds me of the day I met Danny, he’s a lot like you, you know.”“I will tell him you said that when I see him.