”“What you mean?”“He seems real fish. And he must love your dick. That’ll get a nigga caught up everytime.”“What?”“Don’t mind that... I get it! Why do you think you love him?”“I think about him all the time. I wanna sleep in the bed with him at night.”“Okay. Sounds like it could very well be. What’s the problem?”“I’m married.”“Yeah. And?”“Part of me wants to leave and be with him. But I ain’t gay and I don’t want nobody sayin’ I am.”Silence.“You there,” checked Prince.“I am,” huffed the online. " Her mood already seemed more upbeat.If comic-relief was what it took, I was happy to assist. Our spirits rose higher when a man entering the store as we left crashed into a display because he was watching us instead of where he was going. I realized I needed the laughter too, after my stressful week and long flight home.We walked aimlessly, talking about trivial things, like two old friends. Eventually I started feeling warm and called a stop at an empty bench."I hope I'm not getting sick," I. And the live orchestra was five or six cuts above what we'd had to endure at the Cloverdale High reunion.Yes, Betsy Elliott was definitely a genius.Most of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctantly, took our leave."I'm too woozy to drive right away," I told her. "If you need to get home, I'll take you in a cab. Otherwise, we can just -- take another riverside walk." Riverside walk," Shirley. Photographs did manage to get taken. It could never be proven whether the most sensational of them ... the two naked young bodies, artfully turned so that none of the good parts were on view ... was taken by police or somebody with a long lens. But those photographs, including the one that clearly showing Cynthia Nelson with a tramp stamp tattooed on her lower back, showed up in the papers the next day. True, Cynthia's face was pixeled out ... but her name wasn't. After all, she was a victim,.