It began is detective work to find out what turns him on and what he spends his time looking at.I was raised in a racist family in the south and was t...ught to stay away from black men. I have never been with a black man. And now here is the even bigger problem.It's beginning to turn ME on as well. When I was looking at my husbands computer there was one picture of a blond girl that looks a lot like I do, with a very large black man who looked to be in his 60's. He was tall, kind of homely,. Fortunately, we had been clued in by Mrs. Quinton as to the clothes to bring, so we wore our tuxedo and best party dress. The people of the hotel staff had unpacked all of our suitcases and pressed our clothes, so we were able to show up without a wrinkle in sight.Nancy and I were agog at the money tossed around by the patrons of the restaurant and clubs. I wondered how they could keep from being robbed with the reputation that the Miami gangs had earned. The only thing that I could figure was. I'd always known I could sing, kind of. And I'd known I could sing loud; after a few drinks I could rattle the glasses behind the bar with "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" or "Ghost Riders in the Sky" or whatever. But that was just fooling around. After I did my audition, though, the choral director called me over to one side."I must tell you first, we cannot use you in chorus," he told me flatly. "You are too much, too strong. But." He held up his hand palm outwards as I started to turn away.. Then I looked at the girls, saw they were determined to see this throughand decided to forge ahead. I sent two of the girls back to the schoolto tell the headmistress what we were about to do, and then led the restof the students into the guardhouse, and to the tunnel within.We hit a stroke of luck at the beginning in that there was clearly onemain path back toward the house, and it was clear it had been in use bythis "hunter".And as we went down the passage, I was determined that they would.