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girlfriend been cheating?”
    Dr. Carson smiled. As far as Brendan was concerned there wasn’t anything to smile about. “Not necessarily.” He handed Brendan the cotton ball doused with alcohol and a Band-Aid. “You may have contracted this anytime after your last checkup which was…”
    “Seven months ago, and, Doc, I haven’t had sex with anyone except her since then.”
    A frown came over the doctor’s face. He nodded his head to show that his heart went out to Brendan. “Then there’s a pretty good chance she has some explaining to do.” He scribbled on his prescription pad. “Tell her she needs to get checked out. Also, I would advise that you don’t have unprotected sex.” He handed Brendan the prescription. “Two a day for ten days. Take care of yourself.” He shook Brendan’s hand and headed out the door.
    Brendan moved up the short hallway, through the lobby, and out of the office building. When he walked outside, he was blasted by the heat. Instead of lifting him up, the sun felt like the decisive blow in a heavyweight fight. As he moved toward his car he thought, Some days it doesn’t even pay to get out of the bed .
    Brendan exited the parking lot and put on a Kindred CD as he tried to pull himself together. As he drove toward the CVS he contemplated all the possible outcomes to his situation. Trina would be coming home from work in a couple of hours and had no idea how angry he was. Renée was two thousand miles away and engaged to some clown who was “a lot like him.” He wondered if he would have been happier if he and Renée had tried to work things out.
    Wondering about it now was pointless. It was water under the bridge as far as he and Renée were concerned. Right now he needed to focus on his and Trina’s problems and he needed a plan. He would have a better shot at hitting the lottery than he would at getting an honest answer out of Trina. She had come a long way since they had gotten back together, but she had a history of cheating and lying. It was apparent that she still wasn’t playing fair. This time, though, Brendan was determined to beat her at her own game and make her pay.

4
Yearnin’ for Your Love
    I came home from work to a darkened house. The only light was coming from the tea light candles that were flickering in their holders, placed strategically around the apartment. The stereo was on and an oldies CD was playing. Ron Isley before he was Mr. Biggs was softly crooning that he was “drifting on a memory, ain’t no place that I rather be than with you.” I was feeling his sentiments exactly as I was caught up in feelings of excitement and surprise. “Day will make a way for night, all we need is candle light and a song.”
    I had expected to come home to a major attitude but instead my wife had given me romance. For a moment, I felt some measure of guilt for having met up with Nina. It wasn’t as if I didn’t love Shelly. I just didn’t think that we had enough of what it took to make it for the long haul. This may have been a good start at fixing things, and the romance with my wife could help me forget about Nina.
    I followed the candlelight past the living room toward the hallway that led to the master bedroom. I walked through the French doors and saw the comforter pulled back off the bed revealing a fine set of gold satin sheets. There was a small potpourri holder burning on the nightstand and the room smelled like the majestic place that the Ojays were singing about on “Stairway to Heaven,” which was now playing.
    I could hear the streams of the shower and see the steam flowing out of the bathroom door, which was ajar. “Don’t you want to go, don’t you want to go,” the chorus rang out. I made my way to the door of the bathroom and watched my wife as she was washing herself with a Victoria’s Secret body wash. I stood there for a moment, as she lathered up and began to delicately sponge every inch of her body. I loved watching her shower.