The photo had been taken from inside a van. It was nighttime and the flash had washed out much of the detail, but it was still clear enough. Recogniza...le.My wife stood-up and sighed, “My boyfriend.”I looked at her.“He had a van. We’d drive down to the coast, park on the bluff above the beach, get in the back and fuck.”“You’ve never let me take pictures of you … like this.”“No, I know. It’s…” She hesitated, sighed again, and said, “Sorta traumatic. He talked about the stuff we did … sexually. He. Smiling he ducked into the car and took the seat across from her so he could enjoy the view.As the doors came down so did the divider between them and the driver, “Where to Mistress Lethe?” came a feminine voice from the front of the car.Ren turned and about fell out of his seat. The woman’s face was jet black with a large, alabaster white spot centered roughly on her cheekbone that took up most of one side. He had seen a number of mixed-race people before but never anything like this.“Mrr?”. She didn’t care if the devil himself had cursed it though since it was a god-send and a means of escape for her.She could relieve herself at the same time without the prying eyes of the village bully boys or the disapproving looks of her parents. In fact, that’s what she was doing now after she recovered her breath from her long run. Thankfully, none of the fat retards had followed her into the woods since they got scared stiff a mile away from it and peed their pants.They were now probably. Hmm. Nah, who am I fooling? I fucked up the best thing I've ever had and there was no turning back time to get it right.I drove back to my place and stood in my living room. I saw a few of her things that she had left there and I sighed to myself. I wondered if she wanted them back. A very small glimmer of hope flashed across my brain as I thought she may want her things back and would call me to come get them. But all of that faded away as I knew that if she wanted her stuff she would've come.