I smiled and kept driving. I love her playfulness. We reached the hotel a few minutes past 6 pm. Then we parked the car in the basement and came to th...e lobby and went to the lift.Me: Which floor?Ajitha: 7th.I pressed the button. Though we’ve done this before more than a few times, I felt a pinch of jealousy maybe when I looked at her once again. Maybe she knew it too. Then she hugged me and said –Ajitha: I love you.And she remained so till the lift door opened on the 7th floor.Me: I love you. The fucking bitch, look at her sitting there like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. She put down her cup of tea and started to turn the page of the magazine she had been gazing at with such intent. I grabbed her by the arm just under her shoulder and dragged her to her feet so that she faced me. Still her eyes wouldn’t meet mine so I took my other hand and slapped her across the cheek before holding her face tightly and kissing her and pushing my tongue past her unresponsive lips. What the. "That's a bit much." I'm not gonna to get upset if you don't, but I'd like you to do it,just to see if you will."I sat around the room quietly for a moment, and Gwen went back toreading her book. I didn't know if she was serious or not. I felt like Iwas insulting her by not doing it, so I went up to my study for a whileto work. The maid's uniform was in the next room. I went in and justlooked at the box where it was stored, then I took it out and just sortof held it for a while.It was a fairly. I wonder if I will ever see him again. Maybe it’s a blessing that he can’t come to America. This place discriminates against men and my father is a strong, proud man. I’d hate for him to be mistreated. I’m resilient, so I can handle it. I hope we meet again someday. Another thing I’d like to discuss with my father is my true self. While living in America, I’ve discovered that I was bisexual. Yep. I was Haitian and bisexual. A Black man who found both men and women attractive. These days, I am.