“I know that you don’t have a problem having sex with a black man or you wouldn’t be having sex with me,” Marcus said.“I know a lot of const...ruction workers that I could fix you up with,” Marcus continued.“Let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that I was to agree to that, what would you want for setting me up?” Lisa asked.“Nothing, you’d keep all the money. Our relationship would remain the same as it is now,” Marcus said.Seeing no other alternative, Lisa agreed that she would try it, if he. I'm one of only three female vice-presidents in our company, and I'm making a ton of money. Unfortunately, that's all I have to show for my hard work. Money, and the by-products of money. Nothing else. No husband. No k**s. Not even a steady guy. Just a nice apartment, a Jag sedan, and a great wardrobe. Sounds great, doesn't it, but it isn't. It just isn't enough. I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get horny, I don't want some politically correct suit to fuck me. I want a real man. Or group. This time, he caught the nurse's attention, who smiled back at James then turned to call down the hallway. "She's awake."She? She who? James thought as he scanned the room. It seemed as if he were the only one in here. Suddenly, a man and woman entered the room. The woman, who appeared to be about 40, was crying. The man was older, perhaps in his late 60's. He just stood and smiled."Oh, Giselle, your grandfather and I were so worried about you."This woman must be mad, James thought, as she. The other joy of my life was taken from me on that day.Our son had died several years before. He had always experienced problems in his breathing, since the day he was born. One summer, when he was eight, he developed pneumonia. We tried everything we could to save him, but he died anyway. My wife and I took it very hard. We always had a very rough time around his birthday. He had been born in late November.At any rate, the holidays brought me no joy ... just memories. Those memories were often.