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wrote a quick note for Dee Dee to check the balance on the business account to make sure there is enough money to pay our bills. I checked my personal e-mails and surfed the web a bit. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, I just did not want to go home. I decided to look up Allen’s company on the internet. I know it’s some kind of science or space company. I know it’s Aero something. I went to the search engine. I typed in Aero and Denver Colorado.
    AeroKinesis: Where Science and Technology Innovate the Universe
    That sounds right. I clicked on the link. The logo looked familiar. It looked like the same logo that was on the inside of the jacket that he let me wear home. It was a sphere like the earth, except it was green and White, instead of blue and White, with a satellite pointing to a test tube. I don’t know exactly what is they do there, but it was way over my head. I clicked on “Meet our People” and searched under the “R”. I found his name: Reilly, Allen D. I wondered what the “D” stood for. Then my nasty mind started wandering. I clicked on his name and up popped a picture and bio:
    Allen D. Reilly - Lead Scientist
    That is so cool! He’s a lead scientist and he has a large dick! I could just imagine getting fucked down by a smart mother-fucker with a big dick. When the sex is over, he uses some big words or something. I’m just trippin’, but that is a huge turn-on. He is so sexy on this picture with his little lab coat. I wonder if I would still think he’s all that if I was married to him instead of Kenny. It would probably be the opposite. If I were married to Allen, I might think Kenny, with his free spirit and funny jokes was sexy. I might want to sleep with him so he could make me laugh after the sex is over. I don’t think it would be cool to laugh during the sex. I bookmarked the web page as one of my favorites to return to quickly. I just hoped that nosy ass Dee Dee doesn’t use my computer. She will be all in my shit like,
    “Damn, who is the nerd motherfucker you saved on yo’ compoota’?”
    I wasn’t ready to go home, but I knew I could not stay here all night. I wish I had been snowed in another night in Denver. I miss Allen. He makes me feel so adequate. I mean, he makes me feel like I don’t need any improvements. Kenny always makes me feel like I’m not where I should be in life, like nothing I accomplish is quite good enough because he knows someone who is doing even better. I decided that I would just go home and ignore my husband. I turned off the computer and the lights and set the alarm. I walked out and got in my car. I continued to listen to Usher on the way home, same song, same volume. When I got home, Kenny was gone. I was so happy that I did not have to look at his clown face. I ran a garden tub full of steamy water and got buck-naked and climbed in. I closed my eyes and imagined that Allen was there with me.
    I did not sleep well at all that night. I was in sort of a lucid state all night and the thought of Kenny lying next to me repulsed me. It’s kind of like having a revelation. I mean, if you don’t know that you have a lame husband then it seems normal. I mean, if you think everyone’s husband treats them like they are inferior then you think it’s acceptable. But, once someone like Allen comes along and shows you that you should be put on pedestal and admired and adored, then anything less is just unacceptable. I did not know what I was going to do with my husband, but we were not going to go on like this.
    I woke up at my usual 5:00 a.m. I prayed and read the Qur’an. I tried to stay focused on my spirituality and keep impure thoughts of Allen out of my mind. I did not want to continue wanting him in the way I did and not being able to do anything about it. Right now I had to focus on my business and try to keep it from going under. I had come to the conclusion that I was just going to have to get a line of credit for my business from my