It's not often that you run into a tall black stranger, but that was exactly what happened to me one evening at a hotel bar when I sat alone, nursing a martini, and a handsome man offered me company. Sparks flew, and I suddenly didn't care about returning home right away to my husband.

I reckon you'd love to know what occurred between me and the nameless black stranger. Maybe you should listen to my tale, and then you'll learn more.

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