Saturday morning. Romulus Johnson woke up and stretched. This tall, good-looking black man had nothing to do. He worked as a police officer in the city of Boston. Five days a week. He got the weekends off, to do with as he pleased. Romulus loved his job but he was a young man and wanted to enjoy himself while he still could. He didn't want to look back two decades from now and feel a lifetime of regret. He loved going to the mall, checking out the beautiful people and have a good time. His six-foot-two athletic body and male model's features attracted folks like moths to the proverbial flame.
Romulus went to visit some friends of his. He went to visit his buddy Marcus Jackson and his wife, Kali. They lived in an apartment in the Back Bay. When he knocked on the door, they greeted him and invited him in. Romulus smiled at the sight of his old friends. They hadn't changed a bit. Marcus was a tall, good-looking black man whom Romulus had known since high school. They were on the same wrestling team. They were college wrestlers as well. Romulus went on to take the state wrestling championship in the 230-pound weight class. Marcus was a champion in his own right. He took the regional championship in the 189-pound weight class. In college, Marcus met his future wife Kali. Back then, Kali Monroe was a tall, caramel-colored gal of African and Irish descent. They met and fell in love. Marcus graduated with a degree in engineering. Kali earned herself a degree in psychology and later took a teaching position at a small private school.
As for Romulus, after getting his Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice, he went straight to the Massachusetts State Police Academy. He found a job working for the Boston Police Department, in a small precinct near South End. Romulus loved his job. On the weekends, he went to chase the ladies, and sometimes the gentlemen. Yeah, Romulus was bisexual. He didn't advertise it, but he didn't hide it either. He didn't have that great a talent for discretion anyway. The way he saw it, life was too short to hide who you were. If you were queer, then there was nothing wrong with that. Ignore the haters. Do your own thing. That was the motto that officer Romulus Johnson of the Boston Police Department lived by.
Romulus sat in the living room of Marcus and Kali Jackson. Damn, the place looked good. They were definitely doing well for themselves. Romulus was working for Steel Enterprises, one of the top engineering companies in North America. They paid him good money. He was on the fast track of the corporate ladder. His wife Kali, the regal biracial beauty was also doing well. She had recently published a trilogy of fiction works featuring African-American heroes and heroines. Apparently, her books were doing quite well. She had even reached the Best Seller list and remained there for two weeks.
Romulus looked at Marcus and Kali Jackson. Both of them looked so happy together. Marcus sat comfortably on his couch, wearing a blue T-shirt and gray pants. His wife Kali wore a crimson negligee and looked simply sexy in it. Yeah, those two had it made. Romulus couldn't imagine being married. It simply wasn't for him. He didn't want a wife. He'd seen what marriage and divorce did to some of the men on the job. A vindictive wife could ruin a man's life. Especially since divorce courts were rather biased against men these days. Nope. No marriage for Romulus. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.
He remembered some of his most interesting adventures. Like at the academy. He was just a young recruit back then, among the many other hopefuls. Yet he had attracted the attention of Instructor Mabel Thorne, the only female instructor at the police academy. Romulus licked his lips when he recalled that experience. Mabel Thorne was a tall, good-looking woman with short blonde hair, pale blue eyes and milky white skin. A very sexy gal. She had approached him and flirted heavily with him. He responded, and next thing he knew, they were doing it in her quarters at night.
