“Then why did you ask if he was white? Why make an issue of his race? Would it have been better if I slept with a married black man, Achim?”
“I asked because I’m trying to understand what happened here. I can’t lie or pretend away my own feelings about that, anymore then you can.”
“Well, how do you feel, Achim? Please tell me,” Jessica interrupted.
“I think you know how I feel Jessica. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have any feelings for you.”
“I care about you. You are so special to me. You are a woman that I adore. You are the woman that is on my mind when I wake up. A black woman I daydream about before I go to sleep at night. I catch myself wondering about you all the time, hoping to hear your sweet comforting voice and anxious to look into your beautiful brown eyes. I lust to feel
