There should be some mystery left.”Becky said, “I need to get you a new shirt and tie for your dark gray suit, Dad. I have a material sample to us.... Are you still the same size?”“I guess so. What about Mark? Does he need new clothes?”“No, sir. He will be just fine. You will be fine, too. Be patient. No one ever died of suspense and you won’t either.” They all chuckled at my discomfiture.Becky and Mark stayed a little longer but left for my old condo before separating to their separate beds to. I wish more people would realize that. I am a big and tall, ruggedly handsome and friendly young black man who will never give up on the sisters. That is my solemn promise. Lots of young black men on the Bridgewater State College campus social scene are looking for love outside the race. They are particularly drawn to blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned white gals. They seem to think white women are better than black women. Or that only white women can show them love and appreciation. That. "I'm going to have to let Charlene finish you tonight, Bobby husband. I'm getting very tired. And there's some ways to go. Charlene, wake me when the finished product is ready. I want to see my darling when she's decked out." She poured another drink, sipped it and then went over to the bed. I marveled at how, even while clearly around the bend, she could walk with such grace and strength and poise. She undid the straps from her heels and let them fall to the floor, then sat on the bed, gazing. He was dressed casually in a shirt and jeans, just like me."Kyle..." I began."G'day, Chris. Is... something wrong?" he asked, his face showing his concern. "You look... flustered." Um, oh, no, it's nothing, I was just doing... some exercise." I said.Kyle laughed. "No wonder you're so buff." he said with a grin."Come in." I offered, stepping aside, and gesturing for him to enter. He did, and I lead him to the lounge room."Get comfy... I just have to go to the toilet." I said."Sure thing." Kyle.