Encouraged, Fred started, “Roman, you know how a man gots a natural attraction to woman?”“Yes,” the dizzied house slave answered.“Well, I go...s dem feelin’s fo’ Lucy.”“She a pretty girl,” Roman exclaimed.“But there a problem, Roman.”“What is you talkin’ about, Fred.”“I got dem same feelin’s fo’ you. You on’t think I’se wrong.”“Stop playin’.” Roman smacked his arm.“I’se not playin’ right,” Fred looked squarely at him.The moonlight made their figures shadows.“I love you, Fred. Always have,” Roman. He knew he was going to have to keep his imagination in check if there was any chance he would fall asleep for a nap.The girls were making their way along the cliff, headed back in the direction of the Cove. They walked for about two minutes, neither of them speaking. They each were deep in thought; Jackie about the great orgasms she had that afternoon, Amber, wondering what it was going to feel like to make love to Will.“What about Anne and Kim?” Amber said breaking the silence.“What about. One a deeply felt and painful fear, the other an artificial and manufactured happy ending to cheer me up.As I sat there stewing in my suffering, squeezing my hands and feeling my empty ring finger, I briefly toyed with calling or visiting Veronica, before remembering she’d be at work. So, the only practical thing I could think to do was to drive by the clubs and see if I could spot Jill’s car outside. (Strangely, this felt acceptable and less intrusive, whereas I told myself doing the same. As we were leaving sam asked me what I would like to do and named off a few things and I told him howa about a movie and he agreed but had to go home first to feed his farm a****ls then we could go and I said farm a****ls you didnt tell me you owned a farm he said Im sorry I guess I forgot I told him I love farm a****ls and asked what kind he had and said he had Goats and pigs and chickens and a few dairy cows that he sold there milk for to keep his farm afloat in this economy I said I would.