Our village rests in darkness, deep as my own skin.  The moon twinkles high above us like a small lantern. The wind laments the forthcoming evening. I sit beside a woman, beautiful as the night itself. Her name is Zuri. And she is my wife. She has soft, medium brown breasts that shine like gold....

We have been here for three hours. The clock above the archway ticks into the night. Has it always been that loud? Can he hear it too? My attention moves back to the man sitting across from me, only to find his eyes scanning my face. We have been at this for too long....