.. It's just...." I "It's just what Ma?" You "Nigga, you hella- hella fine and wjen i see you I lose docus of what I want to say, and I freeze up." I ...Ayo dont even trip I feel the same way about you, like when you followed me to Sacramento, the Arden Fair Mall, I was tooken off guard." You "Yeah well i was kinda stalking you, I was really tryin to be ya girl, hella my friends and relatives was hella jealous, confusing a bitch, like, 'Oh that niggas a pimp, he's a RAPPER, he'll never really. He was the perfect husband for her. It’s Becky’s fault. That whore had to follow Vincent’s advice and marry his hopeless brother. How the hell did they figure that this would never come out? John has been totally clueless all those years, but he is definitely not dumb.Ah, there it is. Wow. A lot of cars. Even several guys from the management. Even Björn is here? What’s up with all the big guns attending my anniversary? Or did they combine several anniversaries into one event? That would. I know it's not a co-incidence. It must be that my mind is affecting my body. How else can this be explained? What's even crazier is that I feel bloated and my chest feels tender. What's happening to me?Cindy came to work with an engagement ring on her finger. It's a gorgeous stone. I'll bet Brad is either very successful or very much in debt. She is so happy and I'm so happy for her. The weird thing was that I was the first one to notice the ring. Tom, Brian and the others didn't see it. When. By then I had gone to living room sliding glassdoors, and entered the house. I heard Betty’s voice from the bedroom: “Where are you,Bruce? Come in, come to me.”I went in, almost at a trot, and she turned to me, therobe still open, her pubic hair matted, looking flushed,looking a little worried.“Are you all right, is that what you wanted?”I had smothered the last words with my lips, proving itwas what I wanted.I felt her hand on my cheek, she lifted my head awayfrom.