We went through a stage of risky sex, doing it behind curtains at the library or in a quiet corner of a bar or at the back of a public bus. We kind of...had to stop that one, we were 'warned' by the police at the back of a beach near home who had spotted us through binoculars from the promenade. They were amused to find we were a married couple, not a business transaction, but it was suggested we don't do it again.But the one that keeps coming around, the one we couldn't agree on is her being. I told her, "Yeah, you say that to all the Johns." She touched my chest and said, "You know all those times it sounded like I was coming to beat the band? Well I WAS. You are very good actor Peter." Laughing I said that she made me think it was real. Being a professional she liked hearing that she had done a good job. Though we were barely over an hour, I gave her the entire $200 and said I would love to come play with her again. The phone rang and she took it into another room. When. We traveled to the city and got a hotel room and I called Eric to let him know we had arrived. I sat nervously awaiting his arrival. Finally, the knock came and hubby opened the door there stood one of the finest looking black men I had seen and he was to be mine for the evening. We sat and had a few drinks getting to know one another better. At Eric's suggestion I went and removed my clothing and put on some lingerie I had brought for this evening. Returning to the room there was Eric and my. The light from overhead allowed me to see the man standing just inside the shattered remains of my balcony door. Inky black hair swirled around his shoulders, eyes narrowed as they studied me, too far away to see their color, but that chiseled, clenched jaw spoke more than any words. His broad shoulders seemed to fill the room as my gazed strayed down the smooth, bronze chest to the tapered waist caught in the bonds of tattered jeans. My jaw must have dropped. Here was a man straight out of one.