The sun rose on the landscape of Newton, a small town in Nevada. Already, the locals were wide awake and at work. In the wooded warren surrounding the small town, animals could be heard making their usual morning cacophony. Stanley Moore had gotten up with the dawn. It was his usual routine. Just an ordinary day about to start for the residents of this backwards little town.
He stood six feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, with dark brown skin and pale gray eyes. A good-looking African-American male in his forties. He had lived in Newton his whole life and was a farmer there. His parents, John and Lisa Moore were both farmers. These days, Stanley lived there with his longtime girlfriend, Nancy Adams. They met twenty years ago, back at the state college, where Stanley earned himself a Bachelors degree in business. He thought about continuing his studies and getting into corporate America but he loved farming too much to trade it for a downtown office.
Nancy Adams was a farm girl too. Five feet ten inches tall, lean, with bright red hair and pale green eyes. A third-generation farmer. Like Stanley, she went to college and earned a Business degree but soon decided that the business world wasn't for her. Her ties were to the land. The two of them moved in together after a brief courtship and had been together ever since. Nancy loved Stanley very much but there was a lot more to the man she adored than the world knew. Stanley Moore, the hard-working Black male farmer was attracted to both men and women. He was a bisexual man. This would have proved too much for just about any woman to handle. But not Nancy.
Nancy loved Stanley, even though she didn't always understand his desires. She knew that although he cared deeply for her, sometimes he needed something that she could not give. They worked out an arrangement. Stanley would go to bars sometimes and hook up with gay hunks he encountered. Nancy made him promise to always be safe and discreet with the men he slept with. Stanley honored their deal. He had sexual relations with quite a lot of men but Nancy remained the only woman in his life. For a while, Nancy was okay with their agreement. Stanley was faithful to her in that she was the only female in his life. But she began to worry that he might encounter the wrong gay man and end up either dead or acquire a sexually transmitted disease.
Stanley tried to work things out with Nancy, who was growing increasingly depressed every night he left home to sleep with other men. She would lie down in their bed at night, waiting for him to come home. When he did, they would make love and she would pretend that everything was alright but there was only so much she could take. Part of her understood his needs and tried to be supportive, but another, stronger part refused to accept that she would never be enough for him and fulfill all of his sexual needs. Nancy was growing scared and paranoid. She was in a bad situation. Any woman who lives wants a man can at least hope to compete with another woman to get him. But Nancy didn't know how in hell a heterosexual female was supposed to compete with a gay man for the affections of a bisexual man. She hadn't read the manual on that one.
