To tell Barry that what he was doing was wrong. To condemn her for her telling him what she had figured out, for sharing with him her innermost feelin...g and thoughts, it was wrong.She was sharing with him, not acting on those feelings. She was sharing with her husband and the father of her children. Barry, he was wrong. Wrong for not working with her to figure things out like he promised to do in their wedding vows, but instead recruiting others outside of their union to denounce her.8 AM,. It’s not easy being a big and tall Black guy in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. People stare at you so much sometimes you wonder if you’re an alien. And it’s not just Caucasians doing the staring. East Asians, North American Indians and Arabs stare at my Black ass too. I thought they were minorities too but go figure. Anyhow, I try not to let it get me down. Some days are worse than others, though. The name is Stevenson Jean-Pierre. Boston-born Haitian guy living in the Capital Region. ’ ‘It’s OK,’ Larry said. ‘I…I’m really glad I met you, too.’ Joanne leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss was followed by another, then yet another, each one more passionate than the last. Her arms locked around the young man and her tongue lashed inside his mouth. Larry tightened his embrace. While their fervent kisses continued, he tugged Joanne’s blouse out of her slacks and slid his hands up her bare back. He was startled, but pleased, to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra. Joanne,. Both were secretly relieved, for different reasons.He was convinced she wasn't a virgin, just because of how mature she acted and how good-looking she was. He had this nagging theory that had formed from his brief knowledge of her last boyfriend: She had slept with him right away, then he'd just ignored her, not wanting her around anymore. Ryan hoped that wasn't the case.They talked to each other every night on the phone. He always made her laugh, he was so funny. But he could get serious too,.