…Someone approaches me. He’s tall, way taller than Matt who is six-two. Broader shouldered. Built, really built. He’s black. I mean not African American black, but ink-jet-ebony black, shiny, almost like iridescent. As he gets closer, I can see he’s totally nude, too. Oh, my God! He is huge, and I’d say he’s uncircumcised. I know I’m staring like a ninny, but I can’t help it. Finally I tear my gaze away from that and look up at his face. He’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, like a Grecian statue of black marble come to life.

“Hello, sweet thing. I can tell you’re new here. How about I show you around?”

His voice is like dark chocolate, deep and rich and smooth. I feel it all over. What does one say to a naked, huge, black man? I can’t even breathe, let alone talk! Do people really walk around here like he is, bare as they were born? Then I realize two other odd things about this man. First, it looks like he has hooves instead of feet, and second, he definitely has a tail! Otherwise he looks perfectly normal, well, as normal as a nearly seven foot, ink-black, beautiful, gorgeous, hunkalicious nude could look.

Finally I found my voice. It came out huskier and lower than I usually speak, but at least I could talk. “First, can you tell me where ‘here’ is?”