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stronger during our initial No Drugs campaign. Come to think of it, he’s had a lock on the drug problem since he came into that division. So you will have a hard time trying to find dirt, especially since you’re not a cop.”

“I’m glad to know that you approve of him,” Grey added frustrated.

“No, son. I don’t approve of your situation, but I know the young man. And considering that he is a high profile officer, this could get really hairy. Did you all come to some type of quiet agreement.”

“Yeah. We both will keep this as quiet as possible until the baby arrives. Then, if he is the father, all hell will come out. I gotta tell you, he’s been a real pain in my ass.”

“I’m sure,” his father said sympathetically. He was sure that it would be better to revisit the subject at a later date to give Grey sometime to get used to everything. “So, I know that I’m prying, but I have to ask.” Grey’s father put his club back in the bag and took a sip of his bottled water. “What are you doing for sex these days?” He knew of his son’s promiscuous ways, and wondered had they subsided under the present circumstances.

“I hadn’t had time for it, truthfully. Right after Valentine’s day, I met this girl name Felicia. Man, she was bad.” Grey sighed. “I just couldn’t bring myself to do it though.”

“Did she offer, or did you?” Mayor Henderson knew that it was all in the details.

“She offered. She was standing there in a pink teddy at her place just begging it. But I couldn’t do it.” Grey put his nine-iron away. “I started thinking about Ivy and the baby. Suddenly, she didn’t look so good, and I remembered that I forgot to pick up the carpet cleaner for my den.” He sighed.

“Maybe you are ready to get married?” Grey’s father questioned his earlier doubts.

“That’s what I said. Needless to say that Felicia was pissed. She accused me of being gay and escorted me out of her place. I was sick to my stomach. Normally, I would have turned her everywhere but loose.”

“That’s a good thing, boy. Sex is not what makes life worth living; love is.”

“Yeah, well sex keeps you from firing your secretary, because she got saved and started wearing long skirts and turtlenecks instead of short skirts and tank tops.”

“You fired Angie?”

“Yeah. I didn’t tell her that I was firing her because of that. She thinks it’s because she mixed up the Banckman file with the Ezarer file and sent the wrong information to both offices causing us to nearly loose both accounts. But it was because she wouldn’t show me any leg anymore.”

“I thought I raised you better than that.” Mayor Henderson laughed. “She did have some good looking legs though.”

“Yeah, I know. I replaced her with this little vixen named Carol,” Grey said as an obvious afterthought. “But anyway, about Ivy, I don’t feel right asking her to put out.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll tell you whether or not she’s up to it, but more than likely as she gets farther in the pregnancy, she’ll want it more than you will.”

Grey laughed. “She was a freak before she got pregnant. I can only imagine what she’ll be like now.”

Mayor Henderson’s grin turned to a scowl. “Seems like to me the both of you would have your fill of sex considering the situation.” Grey’s father shook his head in dismay. His wife should have taken the boy to church more.

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Near dusk, Grey pulled into his driveway. Instantly, he thought of Ivy. He hadn’t talk to her all day. He dropped his golf bag at the front door and headed to his office. Checking his answering machine, he was relieved there was no pressing business to address. He sat down on his couch and admired the setting sun bowing out gracefully behind a colorful hue of blue skies and white clouds in the horizon.

It had been an absolutely beautiful day of golfing. There has to be something I can do tonight to compliment such a nice afternoon, Grey thought to himself. He leaned back against his couch and exhaled. The Waterford crystal clock ticked in the distance as the sun finally set. For a while, he sat quietly staring at the ceiling and basking in the silence of his home. Think. Think. Then finally, after some time in the dark, The Black Tie came to mind.

Grey dialed Ivy in hopes that she was occupied for the evening. He could never really enjoy his time away when she was hoping to spend the evening with him. It always made him feel the need to rush through his plans.

“Hey, you,” Ivy said sounding preoccupied.

“Hey. Look what are you doing this evening?”

“Umm, I’m going to the movies with Trina and a couple of girls from school.”

“Good. I had plans for later, and I just wanted to make sure that you were straight.”

“I’m good,” Ivy said glad that he had considered her. “Where are you going?”

“Out to see some old friends.” There was no need to elaborate. She would never understand, and he didn’t’ feel like lying.

“Oh...okay. Well, call me on my cell when you get back.”

“You know I will,” he said content with their very short but productive conversation. Hanging up the phone, he jumped up. He had about two hours to shower, eat and get to the club before Kit came on stage.

Grey had intentionally poured his heart out earlier with his father. He had to make his father feel better about the upcoming election and his appetite for women. The truth was that he had torn Felicia apart and left her apartment in time to meet Ivy for dinner. Yep, there was no stopping him now that he knew that Ivy had played ball.

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