I met Ellie, my wife of six years, during a convention in Kansas City.

I was taken by her radiant smile, big brown eyes, flawless white skin and petite yet curvy figure. Ellie is 31 now, but at that time she was 25, and for me it was love at first sight.

Since we lived in different cities, we had a long-distance relationship for a short time, until she agreed to come and live with me. About a year later we were married, and eventually we had a child. Ellie was a quiet, reserved young woman, and I always considered us to be an average American couple, a wholesome hard-working husband and a dutiful, devoted, conventional little wife.

Then things changed.

The company I work for recently hired a new district manager from out of town. His name was Bruce, a tall, powerfully built black man who had... Read More