“Here you go, sweetie,” remarked Armand. “Let me know what else you need.”“Yes ma’am, I mean sir,” Doug corrected himself.Eventually Dr....McKelvy-Welch came and got Doug.Over the next semester, Douglas Jackson completed his practicum at the historically Black college for medical education.Near the end of his time with the CMS, Doug asked Armand if he wanted to join him for a margarita at San Miguel’s for Cinco de Mayo. Armand said yes.They ordered their food and talked.“I know what’s up,” said. ”I sighed and decided to tell her what was going on. “Well, like I said, it’s been a bad day. Cheryl and I had the house to ourselves last night. I thought everything was fine until this morning, she brought up that weekend while we were in bed together. Then she shut me out all day. So I decided I needed to back off and get out of the house until the girls can figure out how fucked things really are. From the sounds of it, things are pretty close to absolutely burned to the ground.”She winced. “Will we meet here?” Let’s hope. Her condo was getting a little close to her business life, and her office was worse. She tried to keep a distance between her work life and her private life.“Among other places. The people at your office know I’m an acquaintance of yours. I’ve picked you up there for dates. How good an acquaintance, they don’t know -- and it’s none of their damn business. You’ll need some other things here -- not much, and some of them I’ll give you. A change or two of clothing,. She didn'ttrim or cut the split ends rather piled it on top and fashioned it intoa large bun at the back of his head. The bun pinned tightly into place,she covered it with a small hairnet."Alright, let's get him into the back room where we can fix him upproperly," Olga said stepping back from the style chair.In the back room he was stripped naked and placed on a padded table. "Ican't begin to tell you just how hard it was to find these," Olga saidas she opened a box. Inside was a pair of very.