I drove as fast as I dared to the site and found Sam’s car parked in front of a dilapidated house, and all of the lights on the car were flashing. T...at meant that he had been in a real rush to get here. Mom and I rushed in, and I called out, “SAM, IT’S JIM! WHERE ARE YOU?”I had no problem hearing his answer, “I’m in the bedroom on your right. Come on and help me.”Mom and I rushed to the bedroom and found Sam in the process of trying to deliver a baby. Well, I was completely out of my depth with. The one buddy I did take up with was Stepper.I spent about a year kicking around with him. He was a black boy my own age. We didn't see each other regularly because he lived on the other side of the downtown area, near my Aunt Frances' home.I met Stepper on one of my expeditions into the downtown business district. Having been packed off to my godmother's place for a weekend, I had spent the morning sitting around their restaurant near busy Union Station. The usual procedure when I spent. It was my only chance ofhappiness now. I had to push thoughts of Brett aside. He was gone. Hewas dead, I told myself.Just one more archaic ritual to undergo before the wedding. Jason hadsomehow managed to accumulate a large crowd of single bachelors for hisstag night. Officially, I didn't want to know what they were planningbut of course I made sure to find out. They were going to a strip bar toget drunk and stare at naked women. Had I been Brett, I would have donethe same thing myself, but as. .and that merely added to the over all level of excitement and anticipation her was feeling as well as Laura.Twelve hours later---David woke up next to Laura. It was just starting to get light. Laura was still asleep. He raised himself up on one elbow and looked at her sleeping face, and listened to her soft, quiet breathing. As he did, his mind was flooded by a barrage of images from the night before of her and that young, and extremely well-hung black guy; Francis, fucking. As those images.