”--------------------------------------------I tell John to take a seat in the lounge and I go through the charade of actually making us both a coff...ee. Bringing them through I’m pleased to see he’s opted for the settee and putting the mugs down on the coffee table I waste no time. I sit alongside him and tucking my feet up to the side, rest my head on his shoulder as we begin to chat again.“Soooo, with this sexless marriage of yours, have you ever had an affair?” I ask, as I place my right hand. I was fifteen minutes early.All around me was family. There were weatherworn markers here with dates that extended back before the American Civil War. One headstone, I knew, sat over the empty grave of a great-great uncle who never returned from the infamous Union prison camp in Elmira. The family just couldn’t let him not be represented. I wonder how amused they were that in some backhanded way, I was now a soldier of the Confederacy, and that I held a string of slaves.Every stone in this. . . the . . . . the . . . the flame is out!’ ‘Yeah, so?’ ‘Whadya mean ‘so’ I just I. . . .I. . . It means God, Christ is gone from the church! Remember Father Paul said the candle must always be kept lit. Don’t you see what we’ve done?’ ‘We?’ What you mean ‘we’ white man?’ As always Billy is laughing. Billy’s humor is legendary. ‘Cumon man quit messing around. We gotta get this candle lit back up. Don’t ya see, I chased God outta the church.’ ‘Well why donja just light it back up again?’ ‘Gosh. You remembered all the times we had spoken about my cock, about my sexual experiences in the past. How I had never really described it myself, leaving it to the words of others. How I had met that woman out of town during business, and had the solitary encounter in an office, my first time straying from fidelity, and how she had pulled my cock out of my pants and commented, "nice piece" before taking me in her mouth. Or the make-out session in a colleague's SUV in an underground garage,.