The next morning I woke up much later than usual.
It was "the day after" the one-sided beating I took at the hands of the young black stud from the boxing workout. My young, beautiful blonde wife had witnessed her taller white wimp of a husband getting pummeled by the tougher black man just the evening before. It was obvious that she had envisioned " boxing practice" and "sparring" in an entirely different way before watching the demoralizing workout from a short distance.
Now, she was different.
This morning was even more humiliating, and the beating I had taken will be ingrained in my memory for the rest of my life. As I made my way to the bathroom shower, I was unaware that it was already past 11 o'clock. Weakly, I turned on the shower and began to look at my beaten face in the mirror.
My face and the sides of my body were throbbing in pain. Now, the two black eyes I received were coming into form and becoming darker than ever. My face looked much worse than it felt but the obvious appearance was absurd and defeating to me.
I still had not seen Julie yet.
Once I completed my shower and changed, I headed down to the kitchen in a mild haze. It was there that I saw Julie standing at the end of the kitchen by the windows, and she was looking out towards the pool. She hardly knew I was there as I approached in silence. Her beautiful blue eyes were focused and riveted on the pool area below.
As I walked over and looked out, he was there. The young black stud was laying out by the pool in another one of his skimpy masculine bikinis, this one was a solid black bikini. Unbelievably, there was a pretty strawberry-blonde haired woman in her late 20's on her knees to his left. She was holding a plate of what looked like an egg and sausage breakfast, and she was actually feeding the young black stud as he held a cell phone to his ear.
Julie had been staring at him all along, and she was completely lost in thought. She seemed almost frozen as she peered toward Tra'mon and his subservient white female companion.
"H-Honey?" I said, trying to break her trance.
My wife suddenly turned to me when she heard my voice. Her look of shock and despair were like I had never seen.
"Oh my god, Richard? Are you feeling alright?" she asked nervously as she observed my 2 black eyes and beaten up face.
"Uh, yeah. I-I'll be okay, I guess." I answered, lying and trying to play it off like my face was simply caused by a "normal workout." Deep down, I believe Julie knew what she had observed the day before was the furthest thing from my interpretation.
"It was just a tougher workout than usual." I added, trying to buffer my condition.
For some reason, I tried "clinging" to any shred of masculinity I might have had left. Like most white men, I was attempting to minimize the obvious display of my inferiority to the superior black man which had been witnessed by my young white wife.
"You can't keep getting beaten up like this, Richard. Promise me you'll stop." she said, concerned.
"O-Okay, honey. I will." I answered, humiliated.
"You'll talk to Trey today, right?" Julie persisted. "I don't want him beating you up anymore." she said.
"Y-Yes, honey. Okay. I will do that." I replied.
"Well, do you want me to fix a breakfast or a light lunch for you?" Julie asked.
I looked up to the clock and suddenly noticed that it was 11:40 a.m., and that is when I remembered the commitment I had made to the black man. I remembered agreeing to the extra 70k investment for his business venture, then remembered him telling me that I would need to have it to him by noon today.
At least this is what was going through my mind.
"Oh, gosh. Today is Saturday, right honey?" I gasped.
"Yes, why?" she asked.
"Well, uh-the bank closes at noon today and I did promise Tra'mon that I would get that investment over to him today. Didn't I?" I asked, worriedly.
"I-I don't know, Richard. Did you? Maybe he can wait until Monday? Just go talk to him and tell him that you overslept." my wife suggested.
"I d-don't think I-I should do that, honey. I th-think I can still make it." I replied, as I cowardly scurried out the door and headed for the bank.
I remember feeling nervous and tremendously scared to disappoint the young black stud. I knew how important this all was to him.
Within 15 minutes, I made it to the bank. I arrived only 5 minutes before they closed for the day. The bank teller looked at my beaten up face with great curiosity as she made out the cashiers check to Tra'mon. The bank allowed me to stay and wait inside after they closed in order to complete the transaction.
By the time I left the bank, they had been closed for fifteen minutes and I was already late. Still, I found some small sense of relief that I had gotten this part of my commitment done. Getting this young black stud upset was not something that would be in my best interest, and I knew this all too well.
Nervously, I drove back home to our condo building and arrived just past 12:30 in the afternoon.
With the enveloped check in hand, I made my way out to the pool area to look for Tra'mon. He had been there with one of his white women when I left nearly an hour before.
Now, he was gone and I could feel myself growing more tense and worried as I looked around wondering what I should do. I thought, perhaps, he had gone back to his condo unit number one. I felt that it would be best to go see him before he came looking for me.
I began heading in that direction.
Once again, I made my way through the workout center and down the short corridor leading to the black man's condo. My nervousness increased with each and every step I took. When I arrived, I "tapped" on his door rather timidly and waited, and waited.
I heard his muffled voice talking to someone so I knew he was there. But, I could not make out anything he was saying. The faint sound of a woman's voice responded to his words on occasion, yet they were both too far away for me to understand. I "tapped" on the door another time and continued to wait.
I waited for nearly five minutes shaking in my shorts when the door finally opened. It was Tra'mon. He was still shirtless and dressed in that same microscopic black bikini as his strong and determined eyes looked into mine.
"C'mon in, boy." He said, sternly and rudely.
He simply looked at my beaten up face and sneered.
The young black stud simply turned his back to me and began walking back inside.
"Got dat' ass kicked pretty good, huh?" He laughed.
Nervously, I closed the door and meekly followed behind. I could not speak and I could feel my legs shaking with fear as I stepped into the living room of condo number one.