Feeling lonely one weekend while Don was away on a bank trip, I let some of my girlfriends talk me into attending a all ladies night at a sports bar. I was shocked to see male models dance and strip down to a net over their privates.
I liked good looking men as much at the next lady, but felt a wife of a prominent man should not be in a place like this. When one of the men was a tall black guy, I felt cheap and left on my own. I was glad to welcome Don home, but felt slighted again when he announced he was off to a real estate convention in a few days.
“What about our vacation?” I asked. “James and John are asking me. Don, do you not have any time for your family at all?” “Becky, it will have to wait until next year,” He said in his usual dry and arrogant tone. No sooner had I cleared this hurdle, when Debbie called and really floored me.
“Becky, where did you go the other night?” she said. “Remember Bobo, that handsome black hunk? He was asking about you Becky. He asked who that tall, short hair, foxy brunette was. I think he has the hots for you.” “What?” I yelled.
“A black man? What kind of lady do you think I am? I’m a married lady.” This was so disgusting that it made me not care about Don’s arrogant attitude. I had seen some young girls hanging around with black guys, but me, no way.