And now that I need a wife, the ones that want me, I don’t want. And the ones I want don’t want me.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Lonna snickered. “Wha... do you want?”“Somebody active that like to do stuff. I’m older, but I like to bike and travel and do shit. Damn! My bad. We in a church.”“It’s a fellowship hall and who cares. I can tell you stay in shape.”“Oh you can?”“I mean. You got a lean frame. You seem spry and all.”“I am spry like a mug,” he winked.“I bet you are.”“I can’t believe ain’t no nigga. Now it was all numbed by the wine, and he felt quite ok. He sat down on a bench and watched the silent water. Just when the cold started to get to him and he figured out that that much torture was enough for the night, he heard a cry which seemed to be coming from a nearby alley. He was going back to his car and had decided to head for the hotel. It was a muffled cry but it carried so much hurt that without giving a single thought to the dangers of dark deserted alleys at night he headed. ” Just after midnight and still wearing the uniform, I went out of the bar and, sure enough, there was the Merc but, shit, what a Merc. It was at least two normal car lengths and the door opened as I appeared and she beckoned to me. “You’re late. Get in.” The car moved off but I never saw who was driving. “You have a change of clothes?” I did not. “OK. She tapped on the screen between us and the driver and we turned a corner and drove fast through the empty streets. Lucy had changed into a. "George and Beverly Morgan," said George."And, you, of course, are JJ Johnson." Alex blushed. "I'm a big football fan."JJ beamed. "Yes sir, I'm JJ and this here is my wife Ingrid."All eyes turned toward the other young couple. He had sun bleached blond hair, a dark tan, and muscles that bulged under his tee shirt, a real beachcomber type. She was clearly the taller of the two, even while sitting. Long tanned legs projected from under a very short skirt and long, strawberry blond hair spilled.