His gorgeous shoulder length brown hair, tied back with black lace. Robert’s bright icy blue eyes tell the story of a man who is passionately in lov.... His silk black tuxedo, cut to perfection, highlights his firm physical features. He tugs on his jacket and straightens himself, preparing to accept his ladylove. This is his night. The ballroom is magical. Soft lighting resembles a cool summer evening sky, just when the lights of the stars begin to twinkle and the sun is nearly completely down. Without a word, he walked over to me, glanced around and then gave me a hug. Tears filled my eyes as my arms went around his waist and pulled our bodies tightly together."What's the matter, Jen?" I was so afraid you'd be upset with me about last night." Why would I be upset?" I don't know, I guess I've just been thinking too much. You know the tricks your mind can play."Eddie giggled and let me go. He looked into my eyes and shook his head."I sure do, Jen. I've been lying in bed thinking that. I right away asked her how she was. Telling me she was beat after an extra long day at work and was getting tired of these overtime days as she went towards our bedroom to take a shower. I was left speechless and had no idea what to think or to say. Then I thought of Jerome. Maybe he has something to do with this. Part of me really didn't want to believe it was true but I needed to find out either way. I already knew Jerome's phone number which I got from my wife's cell. The next evening after. Have some water, clean your teeth ... that sort of thing." What the hell was I to do? Jen wasn't some ... no-strings fuck-buddy. And ... she was inebriated, to say the least. I left her on the couch and fetched a glass of water."Jen ... drink. Please."Her eyes opened and she peered up at me. "You want me to drink?" Just some water, Jen." Oh ... okay ... Boss..." Her hand rose and waved uncertainly in the general vicinity of the glass. I put it in her hand; suspicious of her ability to hold it.