She said, “Look, either you want what you want or you don’t.”

I thought about it in more detail. I had spent up to three hundred dollars in party funds for TaShay and Tan in L.A., and now I was being asked to cough up whatever amount in Chicago for Andrea and Brazil. But the money was still not the issue, I just didn’t want to be paying for sex. I wanted real emotions and some form of commitment back. And I couldn’t believe it myself.

Brazil said, “Look at it this way; how often do you pay for a date and gifts for a woman you really care about to treat you how you want to be treated in return? Then think about how much you would have to do to get that woman to share you in bed with another woman, if she would even be willing to do that.

“She may even cut you loose for asking,” she suggested. “You catch my drift? So just put it all in proper perspective.”

Obviously, their decision had been made. I would pay them for a threesome experience, or I would have nothing. Brazil would not even put Andrea back on the phone with me. She was all about business. So my fantasy was now getting in the way of a real relationship.

I asked her, “So, where would you guys like to go out for dinner tonight?”

Sexaholic

IMET ANDREA AND BRAZIL at another dark Italian restaurant in downtown Chicago. It was their choice, and it seemed that we all liked Italian food in a dark setting as a kind of foreplay to hot sex. If I happened to bump into Victoria or any of her friends there, then it was all business. And in actuality, it was. Brazil and Andrea had made it that way, and I was forced to accept it.

We were all very tactful in our dinner conversation, and both women were elegant in their dress. We decided that we would all go back to my hotel room at the airport.

Andrea looked across the table and hinted, “It’s been a long time since we enjoyed each other, Terrance.”

I looked into her familiar dark brown eyes, and was trapped, but Brazil was in the way of our privacy.

I said, “It has, hasn’t it?”

Brazil noticed our connection and remained silent as she ate.

I began to wonder how different things could have been had I vowed to marry Andrea years ago. I’m sure she had spent time thinking about it as well. She may have even been thinking about it simultaneously with me at the table, but Brazil was in the way of either one of us voicing it.

“I guess life is a long journey,” I commented. “Who knows where it will take us.”

“Indeed,” Brazil spoke up.

Her interruption redirected my thoughts. There was no sense in thinking about the past anymore, we were all there for the present and for the future. Or not really the future, just the present. I doubted I had any future with both of them. I would only try my hardest to push Brazil out of the way.