The job was telemarketing and I figured it would do until something better came along. She liked her job and said she was the only girl working there....As time progressed, she kept talking about one boy a lot. His name was Arron and he was black. He came over quite a bit and always brought some beer and was respectful. One night we all drank a lot and they were kissing and rubbing each other so I turned in and within minutes Tanya came in my room and asked if Arron could spend the night. I said. I turned around, and a black teenager came walking towards me. He was slim, but already an inch or two taller than me. It looked like he had just separated himself from a group of teens in the basketball court, for he was transpiring a bit, wearing basketball shorts and a Denver Nuggets jersey. Still panting, he asked: "Sir, could I ask you a question?".I replied, "Sure, how can I help you?", and the boy uneasily looked over his shoulder at the other teens. Then, he asked in a lower tone, if we. "As I explained on the phone, we do not usually admit visitors at thistime of the year." She turned back to Sam, grasping his arm, her voicedropping to a whisper. "But your fianc? is a very persuasive man." I find the trick is to ignore him," Sam answered, tugging on his suitjacket.Sofia broke into a soft giggle. She stopped at the foot of the stairs,allowing Rivers a chance to catch up with them. "If you choose to haveyour wedding here with us, you will have access to the main area herefor. I’ll have to try to figure this out.’ ‘Good luck.’ Would it be good luck to be able to get him to give me another try or to just decide to call the whole thing off? Damned if I knew. What was happening to me? How could I be in such turmoil over this, nobody? I really needed to talk to someone who could help me look at this objectively. The problem was, I couldn’t talk this over with my best friend, I didn’t have one. I had friends, but a show of weakness might have encouraged them to try to.