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.
