I decided to stop on the way home and get some takeout, take an early shower and stay in. After getting out of the shower, I ate my dinner while watch...ng TV, as I usually did. I kept staring at the cell phone trying to get up the nerve to call her. Finally, at about nine o’clock that evening I called. The phone rang several times then I got her recorder.“Hey Sarah, this is Jeff. I haven’t heard from you all week, I hope you’re ok, call me when you can.”Several hours passed and nothing. Now I. " She said. At six-two and 175 he stood three inches taller than her five-eleven.He smiled and reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, across her shoulder and then down over her sweat stained breast. "I had the impression that maybe you wanted me to come here instead."He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit it ... not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she. It ended their sexual relationship but they lived together till her demise. I found out he was very Bi, having chatted to my son who it turns out is also and he and James would spend many a happy evening watching porn and pleasuring each other. I got to see him regularly as James lived much closer to my home than my sons and I'd go visit him at least once a week. We'd go out to the local pub for a drink and chat and that's when I confessed to him my Bi preferences. What I didn't know at that. It was hard to do.Mad Anthony was a little smaller than Ben Davis. Our student population was over eighty percent white. Less than ten percent were considered ‘free lunch eligible.’ We lived in different worlds and I was supposed to relate to them. I wondered if they would even like the kind of music Cindy and I performed.“I’m a vocal proponent of National Service Reform,” I said to nearly a thousand seniors gathered in the auditorium. They’d been appreciative of our first set and were set to.