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for that to happen, I sat through another episode of Sanford and Son , which Oscar thought was just as hilarious as the previous one.
    Impatient, I got the Connect-Four game out of the hall closet, took it into Lewis’ room, told the kids to take turns, play fair. Confident of the outcome, I returned to the living room, The Brady Bunch Show on now, Oscar singing along with the theme song.
    As I expected, one of Oscar’s kids, the oldest boy, his head waterlogged just like his daddy’s, came out the room crying. He was almost to the kitchen when Oscar said, “Boy, what’s the matter with you?”
    The kid stopped cold.
    “You get back in there and shut your mouth,” Oscar said, not loud, and the kid did an about face.
    A few minutes later Lewis’ door opened again and Sheena walked out, rubbing her eyes but no tears. Here we go! And then Oscar shot his left hand out, as if he was indicating a first down.
    Sheena hesitated, wanting to confer with her mother but wary of Oscar. I thought she would make a beeline for the kitchen, but then Oscar growled, and she flew in the direction she’d come.
    Yawning, I said, “I’m beat, gotta get up early in the morning.”
    “You ready for us to leave?” Oscar said, giving me the same look as the Circuit City cashier. Before I could say yay or nay he stood up and said, “C’mon, baby, let’s get outta here. Get the kids. John ready for us to go. He gotta get up early, start his new bank job.”
    Doreen was the first in the living room. “What’s the matter, Pooh?” Pooh was Oscar’s nickname, voiced only by Doreen and their mother. I couldn’t say it without laughing. Doreen’s nickname was Peaches.
    “Your husband said it’s time for us to go,” Oscar said.
    “John didn’t mean that,” Doreen said. “It’s early, Pooh, you don’t have to go now.”
    Oscar was almost as ready to go as I was ready for him to leave. He kissed Doreen and told her he’d give her a call. And just as everyone was going out the door, Lewis said, “Mama, what does orgasmic mean?”
    “What?” Doreen said. “Where did you hear that?”
    “John told me.”

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    In black satin bra and panties Doreen danced near the bed, in the red glow of a Santa Claus nightlight. This will be a long night, I thought. Prince’s Erotic City was playing on the radio on the floor. A whiff of strawberry Boone’s Farm wine in the air, the empty bottle in the trash in the kitchen.
    A natural dancer, Doreen worked it, moving rhythmically, a sensous smile on her ruby-red lips. She hopped up on the bed, her hands on her knees, and rolled her hips and shoulders. She was beautiful, her body long and slender. And no doubt the average man would gladly pay to see her perfom in such a manner…but I couldn’t stand it.
    Why? Not exactly sure, but there was a list of things I believed that a wife who didn’t marry as a virgin should not do. Lap dancing was way up there on the list.
    Prince faded out and R. Kelly’s Sex Me came on. Doreen stepped closer, straddled me, and lowered her gyrating butt close to my package.
    The one time I tried to explain why I didn’t get all worked up when she danced sexy, she got hot, said something was wrong with me, said she was just trying to please me.
    She stopped dancing, and pulled my boxer shorts down. Ours eyes met and she grinned. I tried to pull her to me but she resisted.
    “I love you, John,” and started kissing the inside of my thigh.
    A very long night, I thought. Oral sex was another thing on the list, at the top of it.
    Doreen was kissing her way up, getting very close.
    We’d discussed this too, had even tried it once or twice the first year of our marriage, but I didn’t like it, either way. Doreen said whatever married people did in bed was perfectly okay.
    Right there now, rubbing her face against me.
    What happened to being saved?
    I thought to tell her that married or not, if God looked down and saw her with my package in her mouth He