”He smiled, “Thank you. How is your business?”“Very good. Did you get a chance to meet the rest of my family?”“Not yet. I believe this com...ng Saturday is a men’s gathering?”“Yes, we’d like you to start coming to those, as well as breakfast with the men on alternate Saturdays.”“I’d love to!”“I’m glad to hear that!”We ordered our lunches and had a good conversation, catching up on the past nine years.March 10, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“Steve, there’s a Stan Jakes from the Tribune on the phone for. He had lost them a while ago. He rested for a minute before getting to his feet. ‘Zeke…’ A ghostly voice washed over him. ‘Who’s there!’ Zeke jumped, looking around. ‘Zeke!’ The voice came from around the corner. Suddenly a small wiry man came running around the corner. He was a full head shorter than Zeke. He had short black hair, bright gold eyes and was wearing a tight black body suit. His face was bright and he had a wide smile. ‘Zeke, I bring a message!’ The small man said, not tired at. "Did you hear me honey?" purred Cindy, " I said turn over and spread your cheeks for me. NOW!"Debbie again knew resistance would be futile and might bring worse situations later. Slowly she rolled over on her stomach and opened her legs wide. Reaching back with both hands she spread her buttocks and waited for what she knew would be painful. Cindy gasped when she saw the perfect pink rosebud exposed without a single hair hiding its beauty. No ugly hemorrhoids or veins breaking the flawless. ‘Rachelle are you married?’ Robert said with deep interest. He instantly saw the clouds cross over her eyes, they left as quick as they came. She smiled a little less brightly. ‘No, Robert I’m alone.’ Rachelle said softly. ‘I see you are, though.’ Robert took his left hand off the table immediately. How did he tell her without sounding like a cheap love novel. He was married and he loved being married. Surrounding him was his family. He just, he couldn’t explain that Rachelle made him feel.