Routine
It seems like it was only last week that we were normal. I can remember telling her about my desire to see her with another man; a black man. The fear was overwhelming I trembled at the thought. At first she did not know how to take it. She doubted herself, she doubted me. But here we are playing our new found game; and she loves it. It’s like she gets to be twenty one again but with the security of a married woman. I help her get ready for the evening. It’s tender like a married date “what do...