As she walked in the door of the room she began to chuckle. I wondered what that was all about. She turned to me and smiled. I moved towards her an...d took her in my arms and met her lips with mine. Our tongues began a passionate dance and I guided her towards the center of the room, beside the bed. I turned her slightly and sat her on the side of the bed. Immediately, Karen said that it was a NO-NO. “What do you mean,” I asked her. Karen replied, “Well it isn’t good for a mattress to. The man howled with pleasure and would have come if Red hadn’t pinched the base of his shaft with his teeth. His hair was almost ripped off his scalp as the man pulled him away. The slap came as no surprise. Red fell to the side, hearing Emily beg for his life. Anger roiled within Red hearing his mistress belittle herself to the worthless male, begging for his sake, no less. “Get up.” This Red understood. He got to his feet and found his hair grasped again. The man threw him face down on. I got back home, had food and retired to bed. In evening when I got up, I planned to go to the complex and started searching for my scooty keys when suddenly mom entered the room.Mom: what are you looking for?Me: my keys momMom then showed me the keys, she was holding them. We both stared at each other for a moment and remained silent, both of us knew the reason for the silenceMom: your dad didn’t remember anything about that night, I was the only one shouting and talking the whole night,Dad. In my lifetime, I’ve encountered a myriad of haters. The men and women who love to get in your way because you’re doing something they can’t. it can be the librarian who gives a small-town author the runaround when it comes to getting his recently published book on the shelves. Or the college administrator who does anything he or she can to undermine the student with progressive or revolutionary ideas. The boss or co-worker who hates creative people. The covertly abusive family member who tries.