Chapter 561 Neglected Black Housewife: 41
- "I need your address," she says matter-of-factly, breaking the spell.
- "Oh, right," I say, fumbling for some paper before she produces a small notebook and a pen from her purse. I quickly scribble down my address.
- "I'll see you in the morning," I say, feeling completely overwhelmed by this golden-skinned goddess who has just dropped into my life.