“James, the cop, Jamal, is black.”James’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Black! You never said that.”“I know. Does it make a difference?”...��Uh— well — uh — I don’t know,” James stammered. “You should have told me.”“I know, but it never came up.”“Right, I thought we were being honest with each other. You know you were keeping it from me,” James said with disappointment.“All right, yes I was. I’m sorry. I didn’t lie to you, I just didn’t tell you everything. I mean, I didn’t know how you would. Silence fell as we ran out of information to exchange and James glanced at his computer, 'So you are in for....um right.' I blushed again, how was I going to let James do this test. I had always had a crush on him, now he was even better looking, the whole time we had been talking I had been mentally undressing him, taking in his large tanned hands, imagining how they would feel on my face, in my hair. What was the matter with me, I was very happy with my boyfriend! Now the thought of James. “Jesus Peter,” she said, “You got me so horny last night that I went home and attacked my husband in his sleep. He must have found religion; it’s just not like him to fuck for such a long time. This morning, before he left for his road trip (he was a long-distance trucker) we did it again.”I was trembling when I laughed and said, “Who would have thought I would be therapy, Joanie? I should have charged a fee.”Her face went pink as she answered, “I’ve charged for it more than once myself since. ." Thomas blinked at that as some semblance of common sense tried to make itself known. "I don't think I should drive, dear." I'll drive," Perry decided and I was almost grateful to the man for his small favor.It took a while to get out of the club, mostly because Perry had to stop and say hello to every old friend and acquaintance he happened to see. Thomas as well, for that matter, being drunk like he was and I was pulling him gently, smiling and offering silent apologies to people I hardly.