The reception was to be in the Holiday Inn and, together with all the rest of my family; we arranged to stay there on the Friday and Saturday nightsSo...to the big day (in more ways than one). The wedding went off splendidly. The church service made me cry – well the groom’s mother is supposed to isn’t she? And the reception was pretty good too – short interesting speeches, good food and lots and lots of wine. And it was the latter that brought about the chain of events which ultimately led me to. “It’s strange Toby, you know? I started as an “older woman” (she laughed) when I was nineteen and you were fifteen. Now I’m even older at twenty-three and you are at the age I was when we first had sex. So, in a way you are older than me. I’ve gotten a job and now a career though, I live with a sophisticated older man and I’m a mother. But with you, I feel like a kid ... a wiser kid than I was then, but a kid just the same. It feels so nice to have my arms and legs around you like we used to. They were a middle aged black couple. She was a beautiful woman and he was a handsome huge man…As the week wore on I would be going and coming and noticed them watching me every time I walked close to them…. They never said anything but she always smiled at me.One night I was home alone and I got a phone call from a stranger man.He said his name was Omar and he was the black man who lived on the house next door. He said he would like to come down to my place and talk to me but he didn't want. She lived only two blocks down the street. I arrived in the evening. A Friday night spent as any hapless teenager would spend it. Playing video games with my younger cousin drinking doctor pepper and eating tweenkies. Not the highlight of the evening. It was during the forth Dr. Pepper and probably the fifth tweenkie I heard muffled voices in the next room. Joey's room. My older cousin, long graduated from high school with an extended stay at his mother's house. A slacker he was, but for all.