There would be no College, no future for us. I couldn't even find a part-time job and the twins were frightened all the time. The Mexican and Black gu...s say nasty sexual things to white women.Mom got connected to the Robinson Foundation through her friend Mary Beth. Things changed fast mom moved us to a Townhouse near Brea in Orange County. Now we attended a good School and the kids were so different here. The twins and I both studied hard and mom sent us to the Huntington Educational Program. Just, trust me, please.”I want to believe her. That she has some recipe up her sleeve to fix this and help me win. But I also know better. This is a no-win for me. I’m being set-up to fail and my impending promotion feels like it’s slipping further and further away.“I don’t know if I can do that.”“This is just another Interplay. Forget about who’s going to be behind the table. This is what you and I do best. We win pitches. Let’s just figure out how to win this one.”“This is so much different. What you did for her was what she needed. Gentle wouldn't have worked. But you were kind and considerate." She paused again and shifted so she was straddling him and lifted on her knees until she was looking in his eyes. "Darling, I was reading one of those reports the Committee keep sending you. Did you read it? The one where it said that between the ages of twenty and sixty, there are five women for every man?" I saw that. They were making a regulation permitting the marriage of up to six. She winced as her knee protested. It had been giving her grief since the early cold snap that had swept over Iowa, turning all the leaves to their glorious fall colors. As she left her meditation chamber, she smiled absently at man that was sitting on her loveseat. His ebony hair shone softly in the light. As usual he had it pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his strong neck. He looked like a struggling musician but reality sang altogether a different tune for the private investigator.