Russell is a very tall and muscular black man. He is about thirty eight years old with dark skin the color of charcoal and the build of a football lin...backer. That my wife had slapped him was an indication of just how angry she was. Walking up to her, I asked what had happened next.“I tried to slap him again abut he caught my arm. When I tried to pull away he held onto my wrist and yanked me to him. The next thing I knew he had his arms around me and was kissing me,” she answered.As I stood in. "I'm driving. You guys just sit in the back seat and enjoy that Jack Daniels and coke we left for you and watch the scenery go by". Sounded good to me. I poured myself a strong drink, before making one for Jake. We silently tap our cups together in a toast and took a healthy swig. "Here's to it," I said quietly. "Here's to it" replied Jake.******* Part 4: GirlsWhen I was 18, I had minor back surgery, full anesthesia. I'll never forget that heavy drugged feeling I had coming out of it. . She didn’t anticipate such a strong chemical smell. Her eyes started watering and her throat was itching. She tried to suppress a cough. Don’t forget the struggle. She needed to struggle for about a minute. She tried to pull her head away from the towel and she wrestled with her imaginary bounds. She let out some whimpering moans into the towel, and then she had to cough anyway, because of the overwhelming stench. ‘Sorry.’ She mumbled but her words got muffled by the towel. The smell was. I didn’t quite fit in but I didn’t feel it. Every time I considered leaving, it seemed rude to abruptly end a conversation and besides, I didn’t know where my coat had gone.People began drifting out, organising cabs to nightclubs even though it seemed late enough to call it a night. Hanson had begun telling me about the obvious superiority of Costa over all other coffee chains (and over most independent cafes too) and I acted interested, hoping for a lull in his monologue to ask for my coat..