As she slowly turns her head in the direction of the entrance, she notices that he has arrived. He is a tall, muscular, younger man. His hair is a war... golden brown and his eyes are also a deep brown color. He is dressed in a white tee shirt under a brown leather jacket, stonewashed denim jeans, and brown leather boots.He glances quickly around the dimly lit bar room and instantly settles his gaze on her. Their eyes meet and lock in a rich embrace. He leisurely walks across the room, his gaze. In the machoworld of men, my love, men just do not kiss men, even on the cheek. I hadjust kissed a man, and it seemed natural. What was happening to me? Ilike women. I love women. I have never been attracted to a man. Once out of the truck and allowed time to catch my breath youinstructed that I walk the short distance to the salon and introducemyself as Gennie, and that you would be along shortly. You explained thatMiss. Joleen was expecting me and not to worry about my voice, that wewould. I bet I wouldn’t have waited. You would have taken me into your office to complete everything in private to keep strangers from knowing my business.”He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His eyes spoke volumes, making up for the silence of his lips. Finally, he said, I assure you I treat everyone as equals, I don’t break any laws. I follow the banking guidelines as well as any applicable federal, state, or local laws.“Just because you follow the law doesn’t mean you’re not a racist. Your lack of. Towards the end of a bottle one day she asked, “Do you ever get laid?”I was certainly surprised and reflexively shook my head. She continued, “I thought so. Do you realize that’s not healthy?”Pris was careful about her health, like all other aspects of her body and mind, so that question was not entirely out of context.I responded, “Yes, I’d read that but don’t really have any opportunity to do anything about it. I don’t know any women that would be inclined to be intimate with me.”Then I sure.