I want you,” he said. “They also told me farmer boy can’t make you happy, I could do things…….” “Cut the bull,” I yelled. “I don’t need some black stud to help my marriage.

Get lost!” When I came home, I put on a sexy night gown, hoping Don would notice. He didn’t, but he did ask me to attend a cattleman’s convention next week. It was a step, so I accepted. Coming home from school on Monday, I helped Don’s father prepare hogs for market.

Coming in the house, Bobo calls and begins to tell me how he could fill the void in my life. I hung up.

I felt good as Don and I drove to the convention. It was the first time we had been together in ages. The hotel was plush, and as usual the cattleman association went all out. Instead of being alone and dancing with my husband, Don kept busy talking business with everyone.

Although some of the men paid me compliments, I was so pissed that not only did I order a scotch, but found myself daydreaming about Bobo. “So what if he’s black,” I thought to myself. Once things were over and we retired to our room, Don seemed upset when I threw myself at him.

“Good lord Becky,” he said hanging up his suit. “Stop acting like a school girl.” Needless to say I fell asleep thinking of how Bobo wanted me. Sure I felt a little cheap, but I also was a woman with needs. As Don snored, I began to think about Bobo’s compliments.

When we returned home, I did not mind helping my father-in-law tag hogs after school, but I was furious when Don announced he was also going into real estate and did not even discus it with me. In a flash I found myself calling Debbie to see if she was going to the club.

“You’re wanting Boboaren’t you Becky? You’re too late, Bobo is gone, I think he moved on to Kansas City.” This time my rejection was to a black man, but without asking Debbie said she would see if she could locate him. I went on with my daily routines of being a mother, teacher and neglected by Don.