I tried not to inhale his masculine scent, covered up by the cheap cologne he was wearing. Oh, yeah. This dude is Haitian. I ‘accidentally’ nudged...him in the ribs then excused myself. He looked at me, smiled, and said everything was alright. I heard a French accent in his voice. Definitely Haitian. Not straight from the Republic of Haiti, though. He sounds like a Montreal guy. There are lots of Haitians in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I look at him, smile and ask him that question. Not to long ago i was working in the garage on some projects while my wife was drinking her wine relaxing inside it was a lazy day for both of us. One of our neighbors from down the road saw me out front and stopped bye to say hi his name is john and is an older man late 50s he no longer works because of an old back injury and has let himself go a little physically. According to him his marriage wasn’t doing so well because his wife is no longer interested in sex and it has been a strain on. I got in and pulled my seat belt on, he told me to relax and drove out the car park. The flowers were sitting on my lap and playing on my mind, had he been playing away again or was he going to leave me, things were going through my mind, I put the flowers on the back seat, and asked him whats going on, “relax, were going down the coast for the weekend, I’ve got a meeting tomorrow and thought we might as well make the most of the hot weather, I’ve booked a hotel until Monday and cleared it with. ..and maybe not ALONE" she said with a wink and was gone.WTF?? I thought. I didn't even want to go there because it was too crazy, I wasn't normally this lucky. I heard Laura's car leave...and was on to my next riddle...what the hell was I going to, if anything, about Michele? I mean, was she fucking with me, or did I really have a shot at that? Should I? I mean, I have this amazing girlfriend why risk it? The thought started to dawn on me, I was now alone in the house with the girl who jerked.