Out of the cornr of my eye I saw Fred smiling. When she slowly walked back to Fred she reach out her hand to him and said come dance with me lover. As...they started to dance I got hold of myself and went back to pretending I was alone in the bar to give them space. Every now and then I would look over at them as they moved around the floor. Each time I looked at her I had to keep reminding myself she was taken. After the song ended they just stood there looking into each others eyes. Then they. She was too ashamed to meet my eye. But him, he looked dead at me. I looked at his dark brown chocolate skin, and his thick hair braided back. His well define jaw line and luscious lips. His hazel eyes, his muscular body. Him looking like a long curly haired Morris Chestnut. He looked right in my eye and I saw him smirk, which just pissed me off even more. I can’t believe I actually was in love with this stupid ass son of a bitch. At this point I wished I could have gone back in time and. Kent, Junior. They called him Junior, of course. He was a cat napper. He didn't sleep for more than an hour often much less. Erin stayed up all night and day with him pretending to be tired. But not too tired to make love to her husband daily. She waited for a decent interval before as she pretended to heal before resuming sexual relations with Kent. He was happy that it was a boy albeit a crying one. Erin moved herself and her son into another bedroom so the bread winner could get a decent. She then use a long cotton bud to swab the upper – extreme upper – part of my nose, another to swab my throat, then I had to hack up some mucus. The tests wouldn’t take that long to confirm his suspicions, and he asked what I had been doing to treat the sore throat.“Mainly resting it,” I said, “and drinking hot tea with honey and lemon juice, plus gargling with salt water every morning.”“Well, that’s good, but it won’t solve the problem, we will need antibiotics for that,” he said. “But resting.