"You didn't tell me about the fringe benefits of this job, Leo," Kenneth spoke into his cell phone.

"What do you mean?" Leo Baron asked.

"The women are gorgeous." Kenneth adjusted his cell phone against his ear as he leaned back in his chair. He swiveled around and gazed up at the ceiling of the small office that he now occupied as a temporary professor in the Department of African-American Studies. He reflected on the events of that morning and pictured in his mind's eye the image of the woman that he knew had changed his life. There was only one problem—to find her…and keep her.

"Yeah, you would view the campus scenery as a smorgasbord." Leo laughed. He was all too aware of Kenneth's taste in women—smooth caramel color skin, short hair that did not distract from an oval-shaped face, big brown eyes, full rosy lips, a perfect little body with breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands, and an ass that begged to be set free from the confines of tight clothing.

Leo had known Kenneth for years. Kenneth's mother abandoned her well-to-do living conditions in the suburbs—which included Kenneth's father—and moved into the "poor black part" of town with her jazz singer boyfriend, Elias. Eventually Elias and Kenneth's mom married and after a while Elias was able to open a jazz club in the district. But in the beginning, when Kenneth was seven years old, it was very hard for them.

The best they could afford was a run-down two bedroom apartment in the infamous DeQuincy Gardens Development of New Orleans. It was a rough place reminiscent and on the scale of Chicago's Cabrini Green or Indianapolis's Brick City or the Phoenix. He was the only white boy in the projects and he would get his ass kicked on a daily basis. That is, until Leo took pity on him, stepped up to the plate, and decided to protect Kenneth.

"I saw this girl this morning." Kenneth's voice was wishful, practically a whisper, with an edge of anticipation.

"Did you just refer to her as a girl—you know, jail-bait?"

"Sorry. She was definitely a woman, a beautiful, gorgeous, long-legged beauty. This lady was perfection. I'm in love."

"You're in lust, man."

"I'm in love. I'm going to marry her."

"You don't know her."

"I'll find her, make her scream, and then I'm going to marry her." Kenneth laughed, adding, "She's so hot that even if she doesn't make me scream, I'm still going to marry her."

"You are still my crazy little white boy. Man, there are over ten thousand students on that campus. You'll probably never see her again."

"I believe in God. I'll see her again," Kenneth said adamantly.

"She probably didn't even notice you."

"Listen to this, Leo, I was walking towards her and I was checking her out. She was eyeballing me, from head to toe. I got hard as hell, man. When I went past her I leaned in, touched her shoulder, said hello."

"No, you didn't! Don't tell me you sniffed her."

"Hell yeah I did. Man, I can still smell her. She reminded me of a field of wildflowers. My lungs exploded."

"What have I told you about using my shit? That's my shit, copping a quick feel and whispering hello. Girls go for that shit if you do it right. But I've told you time and again that the move is a black man Casanova Thang. A white man can't do that shit to a sister."

"This one did. I'm telling you, she stopped dead in her tracks. I mean she stood perfectly still."

"She was probably pissed and considering kicking your scrawny little ass."

"No baby. She turned and looked at me and her lips slowly parted."

"Shit man."

"Now all I have to do is find her and tell her that she's going to be my baby's momma," Kenneth joked. He added a smack to emphasize his statement.