The tattoo read, "Ever Had a N***a?" I was embarrassed. From that day on, he hit on me every opportunity. Of course, I wanted to kiss him and let him ...se me, but that would have been professional suicide! He had a white girlfriend, named Sheryl. I saw them everywhere kissing. Actually, it was more like sucking face. I couldn’t help catching quick glances. I didn’t want to be caught staring. Shortly, Tyrone, followed me to my car after class and asked me to drive him home. “Do you have a. I’m having a bit of breakfast. You know you should really come see me. There’s this great little bakery across the street and the baked goods are out of this world!’ ‘Really?’ She couldn’t think of anything else to type. She was happy he was pleased with what he’d purchased. But would he be as pleased knowing it was her? ‘Really. Then afterwards we could do unspeakable things to each other in the back of my Bronco.’ ‘Maybe someday.’ ‘Someday. Well see ya next year then. I have to go, customer.’. Only since he had settled down with the dojo had Ken started to think about a long-term companion. Unfortunately, he had not found the pool of women available to a rough-looking, fifty-ish, mixed-race non-professional to be at all deep. The day's activities had allowed little time to think about Amelia as other than a woman who needed his help. But there was no doubt that the admiration had been building.Now, as he hurtled his truck over the many traffic-packed miles to the Barnes home, Ken. I said what Becky told me to say, which was: “Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” My voice echoed in the little space. “How old are you my child?” he said. “I’m fourteen and I’m a Baptist.” His reply: “You are a child of God…we are all His children…[and then came the moment]. How have you sinned my child?”I hesitated. He was a stranger to me. I had seen him giving a brief sermon; heard his words that we are all sinners and that as Christians we would be forgiven. He was a handsome.