She told me it was none of my business what she did with Mike. I could have acted like a jerk and stopped it but deep down I didn’t want to stop her... One night after she and Mike had been in our bedroom alone for over an hour she told me that she had allowed him to have intercourse with her. He just smiled at me and told me she was a great lay. After he had left I asked my wife if there was anyway I could watch her have sex with him? She said she would ask Mike if he was OK with me watching. A. I was always a minority. Even more than the black ... I mean African American kids. There were a few of us in school, but we never seemed to quite fit into any group. It was easier for us guys, I think. I don't think it was easy for the girls, though." Harry. There's something I have to tell you. I'm black. African American ... or African Canadian ... or something," she laughed."No! Really! Jeez ... how about that. I'm Chinese American. I don't suppose you noticed that." Well ... there you go. Continuing to engage him in small talk I went on telling him how being on vacation with the family was driving me stir-crazy, so occasionally I would go for long walks. He laughed as he made his move, “I love American women.” “Yeah, well I like Canadian men,” I replied wanting to keep him talking.He looked over at me skeptically, “Why do you make up stuff, about liking Canadian guys.”At first, I said, “Well you are polite and more laid back than American guys.” He agreed with me. I then took. However, I know better. “Wow Grace, you look amazing!” “I can say the same about you, Mr. Hottie.” He flashes me a cheeky smile and takes my hand. We make our way to his car and we get going. It’s a beautiful sunny day and we talk nonstop about his family. He jokes about, telling me which ones to avoid, and inside family jokes. He holds my hand the whole way there. Once we get there, the butterflies start up. I wave of nerves kick in, but I swallow as much air as I can, I know I’ll be fine. .