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Philadelphia.  Instead of going to the airport, Darlene continued to drive all the way up the corridor into Fredericksburg.
    “Gurl, don’t you have anything to say about that sexy ass man?”
    “No,” she said as she signaled and changed lanes.
    “He was all over you.  Did you give him a little something something last night?”
    “No, I did not.”
    “Gurl, the way he was acting with you, did you smear some Darlene sauce on a cracker and got that man hooked?”
    Darlene’s eyes left the road and looked at her friend. “That is just nasty,” she said. “I never realized how filthy your mind is...you should consider some counseling!”
    “Gurl, I should consider counseling you on how to get some on the sly.  That man was hot for you!”
    “It was too much.  He was too practiced, too used to getting what he wanted,” she said.
    “And he wanted some of you real bad,” Krysten said with laughter.
    “He likes the chase, not the woman.  I am certain no one has probably told him no,” she responded.
    They rode awhile longer in silence.  As they crossed the Virginia state line, Krysten turned in the seat to face her gal pal. “Had I not been with you, would you have slept with him?”
    Darlene’s answer was quick, “No.  I would not have.”
    “Why?  Didn’t he turn you on? He turned me on and I don’t even like men!  I would have rode his ass like a broke back pony,” she said as she massaged her large breasts and rolled her shoulders.
    The frown that covered Darlene’s face was nearly audible. “Why am I friends with you?”
    “Because I keep you sane,” she said as she reached into the back seat and grabbed a bag of peanut brittle. “Plus I’m really cute and smart.”
    “Yes, you are,” she said softly. It did not take long to make it home. “Krys, can you go get your car and meet me at the rental car office so I can take this vehicle back.  I need to gas it up first.  See you then okay?”
    Her thoughts were about to drown her as she swam through a sea of unlabeled emotions.  Sexually, Cornell woke her body up.  Mentally, he left her flat.
    Richard, mentally, would have given her a run for the money, but physically there was nothing there.
    This was never an issue with George.  The two of them simply clicked. The slimness of her dating history didn’t really give her a reference point to compare men.  Cornell turned her on and off in the same breath. He did make her think.  Not so much about sex, but something else which niggled in the back of her head.  A puzzle was being unfolded before her as the purpose for her new life was coming into view.
    It is right there within my reach. 
    I need to get a clearer view of where I am going .

    D arryl Mackman knew exactly where he was going.  On Sunday afternoons, Monday mornings, and Wednesday evenings, he walked the beaches of Orlando with his metal detector and a small hobo bag.  In the bag he collected sea shells, driftwood, and other items that seemed to be of some value to him. 
    It was with some arrogance that he confessed to Krysten and Darlene over a late lunch in Orlando on that Friday afternoon that he had turned his hobby into a business. “I started out with a bag of seashells.  I made a mobile, then a mixed media art piece on the beach one afternoon and somebody paid me $50.  That’s how I got started,” he told them with pride.
    Darryl was a good looking man.  He was the same height as Darlene, which put him at a whopping five feet eight, he was rather thin, but muscled, his bald head was shiny, he had deep complexioned skin and his brown eyes were thoughtful.  He was a widower who lost his wife to cancer. 
    “It’s funny really, that no one seems to understand how a black man grieves. Women believe you should get re-married right away, your kids want you to spend all of your time with their kids, and no one understands the sadness of things unsaid,” Darryl told them.
    “I understand it all too well.  It