Ray runs his own business as a consultant, and he offers a range of financial services. We're something of an odd couple. Ray is black and I am white ...nd we live in a county that is about 98% white so the fact that we're friends raises a few eyebrows. Ray is very well off, living in a house that at least four times bigger than the one I live in. I've been over there plenty of times and there are TVs in every room, including the bathrooms.Ray has told me that one of his clients owns a. The guys, on the other hand,gave me that, 'No way, dude!' look, leading me to believe that theyeither didn't believe one for their own would ever do something as dumbas what I was doing or, they found themselves worrying about their ownsexual orientation as inbred physical responses to my appearancethreatened to override higher, more evolved cognitive processes. Rather than being rattled as I had been on Monday, I found mosteveryone's reaction amusing. There were exceptions, of course.. She simply appeared oneday. Long legs, a knock out figure with a gorgeous face, and what'smore, she was in love with me." He started to fidget, then blurted itout. "You look like the girl in my dream!"The minute he said it he got up and ran in the house, leaving me sittingthere alone. I walked back to the house and saw mom and Mrs. Wilsontalking in the corner, Christine was helping her dad, so without Jim, Isat at the table. Mom and Mrs. Wilson came over and sat down with me."Your mother. She slumped bonelessly into the chair, as though the heat of my embrace had melted something inside her.Perhaps it had melted something inside of me, because when Adele started drawing those endless circles on my thigh under the table, I did nothing to stop her. In fact, I realised that my thumb was tracing out its own circles on the inch of bare thigh above her right knee.Had I started rubbing her first?Was Adele following my lead, or was I following hers?The thing was… she was rubbing her.