Homer and I had just about given up trying to figure out who the father was so we just sort of accepted that Reo was our baby. That was much simpler. ...Hell, with two such fine and upstanding daddies as me and Homer, he will probably be the next Elvis if he wants to. Besides, who really gives a rat's ass? It's the baby that counts.So anyway, I slowed down on what I put in my body and then just sort of quit. What between our musical success and having two kids to care for and raise, I just didn't. I have thought this for a long time but had no confirmation and for most of my life I was in denial of the truths you espoused. I only had vague knowledge of what you wrote but as I read the details, everything started clicking. You made truthful point after truthful point. It's so obvious that you are right. The evidence is right in front of all of us but denial and fear covers that truth to many people, like a veil over our eyes. I think it’s due to insecurities and denial of whites to face. However before I could reach over to kiss her she was out the car door and standing there waiting for me. I locked the car and gave her the keys to put in her purse. Grabbing her hand we proceeded into the foyer of the cinema and looked at the listings of what was showing in the various screens. Sandy picked a Chick Flic and went and purchased the tickets. As there was about 40 minutes before the film started Sandy led the way into the bar area in the complex saying “I need a cool drink before. Mr Lenson ordered a round of drinks and passed one to me, "Thank you so much for coming dear boy. Bottoms up!" My wife giggled as Lenson gulped his drink back, his steely eyes never leaving mine. I sipped at mine nervously as he thumped his glass down on the bar and took his leave. "I must introduce your little wife to some more of my friends, she'll need to get to know them a lot better if she's going to be my new PA!"My head was spinning now, "Oh I forgot to tell you..." was all my wife could.