The next week, I was moody, but occupied my mind by helping Don’s father with the hogs after school, while he attended meeting after meeting. Wednesday night while driving the boys to a game, I saw my friend’s cars at the lounge south of town. Whether out of curiosity or depression, I stopped on the way home.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I spotted my girl friends at Ladies Night. “Becky!” Tammy yelled. “Bobo is next. Wait ‘til you see him. He is so incredible. Sit down.” Soon the place was in chaos as all cheered this tall, lean black stripper.

He was solid steel, and everyone went wild when he came by our table and winked at me. I felt disgusted when I told the girls it was so sick for us to have husbands and gloating over some black. “Oh come on Becky,” Martha yelled. “You know you want him. Did you see that bulge in the net?”

I was so upset that I went to pick up the boys. When we got home, I told Don he should take more interest in the boy’s activities and he agreed. As I was helping the boys with their homework, the phone rang and it was Tammy saying, Bobo wanted to meet me.

“He’s hot for you Becky.” I shrugged it off and stayed home Saturday night with Don. He paid more attention to his paper work, and I just thought, if only Don knew a black man found me appealing. His family once owned slaves on this very farm. He would flip his lid.

“Don, can we do something next Saturday night?” I said. “Becky, you know I take hogs to market next Saturday. Why don’t you do something with the girls?”

By Saturday, I was ready too. Don and I had argued all week, so I dressed like a teenager and went to the club to watch the girls get excited over their black friend. As I was preparing to leave, I heard someone call my name.

Turning around, I saw Bobo coming toward me. “Well pretty lady, I finally get to meet the farmer’s wife. Did the girls tell you what I said? You are so sexy!” “Yes, and they also should have told you I am a wife and mother of two sons. What do you want?”