I decided to go searching for my sister ... someone grabbed my arm firmly. I turned around to see a very tall ... slender, dark African man.He was abs...lutely beautiful...I was so very intrigued by his unique fine features, and his thick African accent as he said, "Hi, I am Ebrima Jeng. Dance with me."Something from deep inside me could not resist this man.I danced with him to a song by Dawn Penn.His body and mine moved together in a perfect rhythm...He moved with such ease and sensuality."What. ."Miki's face turned pale. She brought her right hand to her mouth as her eyes widened. "Oh, I didn't mean that I'd never accept Lenore and Ashley. Please, I'm not ready for that, but its not that. I was thinking more about how impersonal it must have been for those people last night."I looked Miki in the eye. She smiled timidly and reached out to grab my right hand. "Please," she whispered. "Don't give up on me." Let's go then," I said as the next subway train entered the station.Miki rushed. We sat holding hands and talking in whispers and not being as hunger as we though we would be… not at least for what was on the table. Toward the end of the meal I knew we needed to talk… and I ask, ‘Do we need to talk about the kiss?’ Her eyes looked down and for a long moment there was silence… and quietly she said, ‘I know you’re married… and I am all but… a six year engagement and living together pretty much qualifies.’ Quietly I replied, ‘I know.’ She frankly said, ‘I don’t know what I. “Who the hell are you?” she asked, staring at him. She had turned toward him and wasn't even bothering to cover her soft innocent breasts. She wasn't scared – not yet at least – but she was shocked. “This is my room,” she said, gesturing around her. “You have no right to be here. No right. Now get the hell out!” Her tone was demanding and it just made Marius smile, knowing what he had planned.He didn't answer; instead he took another step toward her. Marius had a red rope, brand new and.