I came back to my towel, where I could feel this young black guy’s smile on me while he passed close, carrying a big coconut drink.His dark body was...quite muscular and the closer he got to me, the more I had to stare on his perfect black body….hiding behind my sunglasses…I saw now he looked very young in his pretty face, but his voice was very masculine, asking me if I wanted a nice massage. When he stood smiling above me, next to my sunbed I couldn’t help noticing his long bulge down and to. Grab it ... feel it ... play with it ... then I want you to suck it” I demanded of her.She looked up at me, hoping that I was kidding I expected.“Do it” I growledShe took me in her hand, and after some tentative play she introduced it to her mouth, running it initially across her lips before she parted them and slid me into her hot mouth. She then proceeded to give me quite a nice suck job.“You’ve done this before” I teased her as she sucked.“Watch your momma closely ... it might be your turn. He started apologizing but I told him to just shut up. I didn't want to even talk to him right then. I told him I wasn't interested in his lame excuses.Over the next few days I had a lot of time to think. I decided I was going to divorce Don. It's funny when I think back over my life. It was always do for the kids, make time for the husband. Do this with the kids. Do that with the family. It was as though my whole life was planned out to do for everyone but myself.I'm not totally complaining. What are the odds of that? Was that me? Was that Mona? Was that this office? Or was it just coincidence? ‘What are you here to see the doctor about?’ ‘Oh, Johnny hurt his back again. We used to see Doctor James when he had an office in Cambridge and followed him here to Boston.’ He answered my unspoken question. ‘We’re all weightlifters. We’re always hurting some part of our body and Dr. James is always able to set us right, again. We were hoping to catch him so that Johnny could workout with.