Well, the car kept going straight, and she shouldn’t nag. “You could take me to the home football games.”“So I could. The first one is in six ...days. Do you want to go?”“I feel like I’m begging for a date.”“When the reality is that you have a dense boyfriend.”The weather was warm. Andy was agreeable to sitting with the Zate pack. They could bitch all they wanted about a non-Greek boyfriend, but when they sat with their boyfriends, it was with the fraternity -- not with the Zates. Lisa and Diane. Looking down the hallway, he noticed Marsha was being escorted away by the colonel."Stop!" Tony cried. "Stop!"Marsha looked back. When she stopped walking, her companion turned with her to face Tony. While striding to where they stood, Tony fed his bravado with the flames of righteous condemnation."Take your hands off my fiancée." The colonel's response to Tony's demand was for the colonel to place his free hand softly onto Marsha's hand, which was in the crook of his other arm."Tony," Marsha. Yet it always came back. And I could not help you. You loved bi-sexual woman. You had a yearning for them: it was an obsession. You wanted me so badly to be part of your life - but you also wanted me to be sexually involved with another woman. You even asked me to find a playmate. You wanted me to bring another woman into our bed. Yet you didn't want to touch her, didn’t want to be involved in a threesome. No, you wanted to watch while I and another woman enjoyed each other. The major obstacle. "Yes." "Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortly you'll begin to feel sleepy and you'll close your eyes, but you'll be able to hear every word I say." In less then 5 minutes John was completely under. "John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?" "Yes," came the dreamy reply. "OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your feelings towards black men." There was no hesitation in John's reply. "To tell the truth, I'm intimidated by them." "Why?" John’s subconscious was now.