"Yes, you're taking me dancing. Maybe a little dinner out first if you're hungry," she said. "Okay?" No, I don't think so. I'm too tired. I'll just co...k me up something from the freezer," I said."Huh? You don't want to take me dancing! Garland, you have to get over this snit you're in. I've told you a hundred times that you're my main man. Not anyone else. You need to be my husband and take me dancing and fuck me when we get home and all of the rest of it," she said. She was really putting on. The very Englishness of her appearance—whether clothed or totally nude—only charmed the women who gathered around her. In truth, I can’t remember whether there was an occasion when Crystal actually did wear anything: I was so used to seeing her nude. She was naked for at least some of the time and, just as in the UK, there was nobody who’d be so uncool as to remark on this. It might even have been her natural nudity that stimulated such adoration. Wherever Crystal wandered—from book stall to. Pretty cool and there seemed to be a good amount of people going, IE: couples, single women, single men that he knew and vouched for. So, the night of the "party" and my wife and I are pulling up to the Marriott, a fairly new one and she is wearing this sexy 3/4 length sleeve-less, leopard dress with a bunch of gold necklaces and her "Big Ole Hoop Earrings" I got her those earrings after her first BBC experience. (Apparently, one of the signs a white woman is in to Black men is not just wearing. I’d hate to spend Christmas day alone.”“With me so immersed in my new job and his book signing schedule prior to Christmas, we’ve been together one weekend since the telethon, Thanksgiving weekend. Living a four-hour drive apart sure beats a four-hour flight, that is more like a ten hour day. That doesn’t include the preparation time away from each other when I lived in New York.”“Luckily my friend, Brooke, has driven every other weekend from Miami to spend it with me. She’s staying with her.