. as one! Then Wendy asked me point blank if I had ever been in bed with a negro before? I did not know what to say, and wanting to sound a bit more w...rldly than I was, had blurted out, first that no I had not slept with a black male? But due to the fact that my husband and our current sex life was pretty dull, and that he was not very well endowed or creative as a lover much less one that had kinky interests! And that this had forced me to resort to thoughts of dark sexual fantasies, some I. As I passed directly in front of them, I recognized the man who stood in the shadows. It was Victor.Charlie, Victor's lover, had hired me to follow him. It was a bittersweet moment. I knew Vic and Charlie, their relationship. They had been together a few years. Shit! We were neighbors at one time.Tonight, I was not on the job. My girl and I decided to blow off some steam, get drunk and maybe get lucky. I didn't expect to find Victor when I wasn't looking for him, but that's karma for you.Victor. “Eve, I am sorry if I offended or scared you. I was trying to be funny and joke about hospital food. I was not talking about actually dying.”“I know. I’m sorry as well. I just see so many people not make it. I think a lot of the time it’s due to a bad attitude. They start to believe they are going to die, and then they do. So, let’s change the subject to something more appealing.”“Okay, how about what is a pretty girl like you doing in a grungy place like this?”“I am a Candy Striper. I work at. "Sean, absolutely. I owe you. I'll get you what you need. I promise," I said. "I mean if I do get out before you." He smiled."You will," he said. And I did. Not only did I get out, I got out free and clear: no parole requirements. I'd done my time, and if I kept my nose clean I'd not be going back—ever!The bus deposited me in front of the bank in my old home town. Nobody was there to greet me. Well, and why would they be. I'd told nobody I was coming back. And, truth be told I wasn't sure until.