’ With that, I walk toward my bedroom. She follows me in, and then I close the door. She watches it shut. ‘Look at yourself in the mirror,’ I sa...y. The natural condition is to approach from behind, and as she stands there, a little perplexed by what I have asked, I stand behind her. She begins to turn her head to question me, but I nod toward the mirror: ‘No, keep looking at your reflection.’ Slowly my hands alight on her shoulders, rub decisively down the outsides of her arms, and cease their. “Yes,” she said. She will have sex with him. I thought to myself. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. We went to the movies, but it was just going through the motions for me. She felt it as well. We didn't have our usual flow when it comes to a conversation that evening. I didn't mind because I didn't know what to expect in a situation like this. Last time she slept with someone else I was angry, and she was feeling guilty, she wanted to take it back.“I’m so stupid! How can I do this to. Michael reached over, annoyed by the unfamiliar terrain of the motel’s anonymous dresser, fumbled around for his specs, put them on, grabbed the phone, looked at the number. Curious. Not only unrecognized, but government, judging from the codes. He sent it to voice mail, took his expensive glasses off and placed them carefully by the iPhone, put his hands back behind his head and sank back into the pillows. The government could wait. Light played at the fringes of the curtain, hastily pulled. “What’s up, dad,” the sinewy, long-shanked guy answered.“How you doing, Zan,” checked the father of two.“Pretty good, man! How about you?”“I’m doing good too.”“How’s Sonya,” the soldier inquired about his stepmother.“She’s good too. I’ll tell her you asked about her. So, the reason I was calling was to see if you’d be up for a visit towards the end of the month.”“From who?”“Me, crazy,” chuckled the medium brown-skinned former college athlete.“Of course,” laughed the son. “Just you?”“Yeah!.