I looked into the mirror and saw the eyes of a dying man. I was 24 years old, a young man now ascending to his prime and I was going to die. Why, you may ask am I going to die, well it is called HIV precursor to the AIDS virus and the reason why my life as I knew it was over.

Some may laugh at me and said I should have used condoms, stayed with one partner only or just practised abstinence. Well if you wish to say the third one to me go blow it out your ass because I did the first two but look where it got me. I had always known that I could never bear the burden of taking another persons life so I always used protection and never fucked around. I mean it was my life as well as another’s I was putting at risk so I used the golden rule towards my relationships at all times.

No matter how tempted I was or how sexy or how much of a slut the girl was I walked away whenever possible or ran as the case sometimes required.

How did I end up like this, well let’s just say her name was Rochelle. She was 22 years old, could have shown up a coke bottle with her curves and was just a plain freak. This girl believed that there were no holds barred when it came to sex and this often near placed me in danger of a heart attack but I always survived, barely sometimes.

We met at a sports bar when a bunch of my friends about 8 of us in all were chilling out watching some English league football via satellite. Manchester United was about to score in the 79th minute when I turned to poke some fun at the Chelsea supporters about the last rites being read when I saw her walking towards our table. There was a huge united “DAMN” as all of our eyes bugged out as she flowed across the room towards us.

Everyone turned to stare at Tyrone, our official player of the group trying to figure out how the hell he had gotten her attention. Everyone’s jaws hit the table when she ignored the big good looking muscular Negro that he was for plain old 5’10 old me with a body that Morris Chestnut wished he had. I am just joking here; well at least I am still capable of that for now at least, but anyway back to my tale.

She introduced herself to me and after I wished my friends a good night, we spent the whole night engrossed in conversation just getting to know each other. She was a junior accountant fresh out of college and now trying to find herself after 4 years of college. Well I on the other hand was a young business lawyer. I was well on my way up the corporate ladder with blood in my eye and a fire under my ass. I wanted it all and as soon as possible because I wanted to spend my money, not my kids. I mean why work your ass off to pass your money onto your kids so that they can just piss it away.

We both loved old country music especially Charley Pride but some Conway Twitty never hurt anybody either. I mean we were both black but we both loved the old stuff.

Our relationship was slow and hesitant at first as we took the time to get to know one another and we quickly developed strong feelings for one another. The sex was out of this world I mean come on, have you ever fucked a woman that could put both feet behind her head and scream fuck me till it hurts. Well until you do you can not understand what I mean. She gave herself fully to me holding nothing back. We always used condoms and she was on birth control pills as well just in case.

Things were great for the first nine months until the wanderlust hit her. I did not recognise the signs at first but looking back I guess they were plain to see if you knew what you were looking for.

It started slow at first by her constant grumblings that we never went out to party at all. I found it strange but ignored it for the most part I figured she just wanted to fight over something, anything just to have a conflict. I mean come on I told her from the get go that I preferred to spend quality time with friends versus partying with strangers. We did go out but never really to night clubs because I explained to her that I got very claustrophobic if I spent over two or more hours in a crowd of people with all that noise around me.

So after a while she started going out for a night on the town with her girls every month but this soon changed to bi-weekly.