.. Mil ... MILDRED?”She again laughed before answering, “Yes.”I couldn’t help it. Her smile and laugh were so infectious I found myself smilin... and laughing along with her.“Oh, my God,” I said, then repeated it, “Oh, my God. You’re beautiful. I can’t believe it’s really you.”Almost immediately I realized just to whom I was talking. The local religious nut. And while I hadn’t exactly cussed, I had used “His” name in a way she probably would not approve of.I could feel my face turn red with. I’m originally from Haiti though I currently live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice duplex on French Avenue in Brockton’s South Side. Not too far from the fire station. These days, I live with my Mama and my older sisters Judy and Martha. My older brother recently moved out of the house. I attend Brockton Community College and currently major in Psychology. To make a little money, I work as a security guard. I’m a fairly decent and very friendly guy. People tell me that. She slipped back on to the pillow behind me, her mouth once more near my ear as she bites my lobe and starts on with her tale once more.“I didn’t know what to say or do, he was so fast jumping over the fence and then he was right in front of me, towering over me. He only had on a pair of shorts and a cowboy hat. His stubble was black on his cheeks and I could smell bourbon or scotch on him as he leaned close and put one hand against the wall next to my head. I lowered my eyes as he came closer. Then I reluctantly headed off to work.Group Eighty-Six was fourth graders and their families; objectively, there should have been no more trouble from them than anyone else, but a couple of things had cropped up. The first phase of things appeared to be acrimonious exchanges between members of a couple -- both concubines -- with two kids. The deeper I dug, the uglier it got. It seemed on the surface that the (ex) husband was angry with the (ex) wife for having sex with two other concubine.