How long were you away?’ ‘Twenty-six years.’ ‘That’s a long time. What brings you back?’ ‘I’m getting re-married,’ she answered. ‘...ucky man,’ he pronounced as he stamped a page in the document. ‘You can collect your luggage through those doors,’ he pointed. Jill nodded and made her way across the floor. The heels of her pumps tapped against the floor with each step. She stood in the queue, the line, she corrected herself and waited for the carousel to start. Time drug by. She watched the older. As time had gone by, she had started to acquire a fondness for Ash, but didn’t seem to be getting any in return. More than a couple years had passed now, but she had found that she really hadn’t changed in her looks. Before it didn’t bother her, but as her interest in Ash grew, so did her desire to look better for him, and to finally get his attention. ‘Maybe if I had a better body, he would notice me.’ She glanced down at herself, and then glanced into the full-length mirror in the room.. .. it’s like having any other job. I work a forty-hour week—more or less—call home or call one of my girlfriends every night, and get regular vacation time, which I plan to use to come home this summer. The only thing different is that I have group meetings and I’m a long way from home. Really, they could have given me the same damn job in Indiana instead of sending me to San Diego.”“That’s what scares me,” Joan cried.“Tell me. Let us chase the boogeyman away.”“I don’t have any self-control.. No I am not. Hey do you know what a one night stand is?" Caramella asked him back."You ... you ... you want to do it with me," Albert said."Yes. I need a black guy to take control over me," Caramella whimpered.Albert had a wicked smile on his face. Unlike his more cooler and popular friends he never got laid. Not even by a white girl."My mom won't be back until midnight," Albert said.They went to Albert's place. Albert lived in an apartment on a fourth floor of a building. They took the stairs.