“Yeah, that’s a good idea, because the traffic in the morning would be murder.”

“But what about you getting back to work in the morning?” I asked her.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll get there.”

The rest was on me. I thought about it and said, “Okay, well, let’s make that happen then. You book the room at a nice airport hotel, and I’ll pay for it when I arrive.”

“Okay. Is there anything else you want me to do, or something special you would like for me to bring?”

She was tempting me, so I came right out with, “Yeah, you can pick me up at the airport with no panties or bra on. That’s what models do.”

She laughed. “Oh, is that what they do? Well, I think I can do that.”

“Do you think you can, or do you know you can?”

“I know I can.”

“Good. That’s all I want.”

“Well, you got it…unless you want more,” she teased me.

That white girl was working her magic.

I smiled and said, “Of course I want more, but I’ll save that for when I get out there.”

When I hung up with Victoria, I immediately thought back to Danni.

“Now you see how easy this white girl made everything?” I said out loud. All Victoria wanted was an opportunity to please me, and I found myself perfectly fine with that. Why make things hard on myself if I didn’t have to?

I got to thinking again, while still in my adventurous zone, about who else I could call and tempt. As outlandish as it may seem, I came up with Andrea. I wondered if I could tempt her into allowing me back into her world. I had been thinking about it already. In fact, I had fantasized about it; a threesome with Andrea and her new friend. How crazy was that?

Nah, she would never go for that, I told myself. Nevertheless, we still needed closure, so I had to try something with her.

I got back on the phone to call Andrea, feeling nervous about it. I had no idea what I would say to her. I would just have to wing it and see what happens.

“What can I do for you, Terrance?” she answered.

I said, “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. I keep thinking that a lot of the things you’ve been through is all my fault.”

“Get over it,” she told me. “I’ve moved on; you need to move on, too.”

“I wish it were that easy,” I responded. “But now I’m having these awkward dreams about you and Brazil.”

I actually said that shit. I had lost my mind.

She asked, “Me and Brazil? And what exactly did you dream about us?”

I said, “Well, what exactly is your relationship with her?”

“Why?”

“I mean, is she like a girlfriend girlfriend, or just a girlfriend?”

I sounded silly, but I had to establish my train of thought with her first.