" "Very well," she said pointing to the stairs behind me. "Second door on the left." I thanked her for what seemed like the Nth time since I arrived a...d nervously made my way up the stairs. It was immediately obvious to me that the building was never intended to be a hotel and had been converted for the purpose. Doors seemed to just appear out of nowhere on either side of the rather cramped hallway made worse by the occasional regulation fire extinguisher sticking out of the wall with a bucket. Ed said it was meant to be. He said he wanted me to enjoy the taboo of interracial sex.Of course I had heard the tales of black men being so much bigger, and therefore better sex partners than white men. Sayings like, "once you've tried black, you'll never go back." But, I never believed that. I figured that was just so much hype spread by blacks to lure white women to them. I could see a particular black man being better than one's husband. I had already experienced that most other men were. ”When I got up from the table, she looked directly at the lump in my ‘AC/DC’ flannel lounge pants. “Hey,” she said, “There was a time when I could take care of one of those, in just a few minutes.” Her old, pale eyes rolled toward the ceiling, as if remembering something in her past. “I’ve got as high as three hundred dollars for ‘gummin’ one of my old boyfriends. Goddddd, that was some good money, back then. Wonder if I could still do the deed? Maybe sometime I could find someone who’d like to. This made me slightly nervous. Not only was I alone with a female student in a closed room, but it was the same on I’d been up skirting earlier that day. “I guess I’ve just been sad lately. I just really miss Mrs. D. I just can’t shake it,” she said fidgeting slightly in her seat. “I know I sometimes feel the same way.” It was true that I missed my wife. This was partly why I had agreed to take her place, to help the students and I work through our grief. It worked for the most part on both.