We started talking and flirting from that point on. We talked about everything, from his trip to mine, his life to mine. We talked for hours with ever... little interruption. Excusing ourselves from time to time to go to the restroom, or grab something to eat, but sitting next to each other talking, laughing and flirting the whole time. I didn’t realize how long we had been there until 2am. I know it was 2am because I looked at my watch right before I popped the question. We had been in a heavy. Wayne, the de facto ‘woke’ resident, was tuned into a progressive urban talk radio show.Tyrone grinned, “You talked to yo’ man?”“Couple of days ago. He’s okay.”“You miss him?”“Yeah!”“I can tell y’all loved each other.”“We still do.”“He be accusing you of cheatin’?”“He get in his feelings sometimes. But, I mean, I’m not really his bae any more. He’s not ever getting out,” Taffy’s eyes welled.“I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to make you sad.”“It’s okay! I need to move on. It’s been four years.”“You ain’t. Make love to me, please.’ She said, kissing me softly. ‘Just be gentle with me, okay?’ I nodded, and kissed her softly. ‘I promise, Rachael. I’ll make it good for you.’ She had walked to the park and rode back to her house in my rental car. She was silent in the car, and looked out the window. I knew she was still nervous. I was too. What had happened to her was horrible. I wanted to kill the bastard. I would have, had she told me two years ago when it happened. I was nervous too. I had to. So this role playing gig has been working out pretty well. I'm a natural born mimic. Always have been. I do Bogie and the Duke; Jimmy Cagney, Carey Grant. I do a great Donald Duck. And ever since Lucy and I got together, my Desi Arnez has been perfecto. "Lucy, You've got some splainin' to do! AH, HAH HAH HAH HAH!!" Yeah I'm a big hit at parties.I did most of my teachers in high school. I was famous for my take on Mr. Weaver, my chemistry teacher. So it goes without saying that I've got most of.