She winked me with a smile and wave me bye. My dreams about the previous night has turned completely to an anticipation of what happen to my wife and ...bout the strange behavior of her. My focus was all about my wife and was waiting for time to run away.It was 3:30pm i decided to end my situation and called the rest of the day off and started back home while driving my wife called me and said that she is ready and waiting for me and has booked tickets for a movie i was back home refreshed. Unfamiliar territory for me these days. We ended up chilling in some body’s Honda civic and listening to the local college stations. ‘Hey man, you feeling me ?’ ‘Yeah, I’m there.’ It was honest … It was REAL … … We just started going at it like fucking a****lS !!! … not kissing … JUST SUCKING ON EACHOTHER’S LIPS, TONGUES, CHEEKS AND CHINS … my hand trying to grasp her breast through the vest and long sleeved shirt that covered it … . fingers prying into the shirt, popping buttons and reaching. To be honest, I never associated with blacks because I pretty much felt that they were more rough than I cared to be around and were much more involved in d**gs, crime and thug - type ghetto activity, which I despised. Every black guy I knew spoke filthy and treated girls like nothing but sex objects and I deserved better than even being around that, so I chose not to even associate with them.Fast forward to 2011. At 34 years old I decided to join a dating app after my divorce. I went on a few. We're building a house." It's that realtor isn't it?" Yes." My God, Sammy, how old is she?" She's forty-two."I heard the receiver being slammed down. The next day, I packaged the clothes she'd left in my closet into boxes, and shipped them to the Harvey home. Why had I waited so long?Adeline's nightly telephone calls were my sounding board. She listened as I recounted what had taken place that day. She always expressed interest, usually asking more about the person I was telling her about..