It was the week after Labor Day, a lot of years ago, and my wife, who was 28 then, had talked me into making the 240-mile trip to Saint Louis, where a male friend of hers was getting married.

We got to the house where the bachelor party was scheduled for eight sharp the night before the wedding. As we walked in, I noticed that the 20 or so guests were split pretty evenly between white and black. But that wasn’t the big thing I noticed, which was that there were no other women present besides Connie! That immediately made me uncomfortable.

And I was the stranger in the crowd. Connie knew a lot of the guys from her old neighborhood and school days and was able to mingle easily. She didn’t even blush when she approached a group watching a porn video on the TV.

The guys kept Connie occupied... Leer Más