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After Budapest, the girls in the office asked me if we could do another month of remote working. "Where would you like to go?"

"Where there's lots of men."

"Gorgeous men."

"Men with big . . ." Barbara Ann held her hands about a foot apart.

"Men who have skillful. . ." Gretchen stuck out her tongue.

"Young men who have a thing for old pussy," Mary Belle laughed.

"Let's think about it."

It just so happened that a few days later Marcia stopped in our office. She was leading a cruise that was leaving from Mobile. The girls asked her for suggestions, since Marcia had been just about everywhere.

"Here's what I think. You're all fine, upstanding southern ladies. Except for Lurleen, I suspect that you've never ventured to the darker side of southern life."

Gretchen, Mary Belle, MaryKate and Barbara Ann eyes got big and they were speechless.

There were audible gasps. Mary Belle grew up in the segregated south. "No, I couldn't."

Others, who'd all heard stories proclaimed that was "Impossible."

"Tell them, Lurleen," Marcia insisted.

I told them about Carlos in some detail. Not the specifics, but words like succulent, huge and talented tongue did come up. I read them Beth's emails and text, which there were far more of and in much more detail than I reported in the previous part of this story.

"Ladies," Marcia said, "you'll find what you're looking for and I can't think of a better place than . . ." She hesitated.

We all leaned forward anxious to hear her suggestion.

". . . Paris."

Mary Belle was from Cajun country. "Oui, oui, merci beaucoup, monsieur."

"But," Barbara Ann interrupted, "I thought you were talking about blacks."

Marcia said, "yes, but in Paris lots of men from former French colonies in Africa have migrated there. Sometimes French women are more than willing to sleep with them, other times and in other places it is unacceptable. If those French Africans know you're willing, you'll get some amazing experiences."

"Lurleen, can we?"

"Can we what?"

"Can we go to Paris?" It was sixty-two-year-old, Mary Belle. "I think it's time that I tried some of what Marcia's talking about. At Thanksgiving, I always eat the white meat. I think it's time I tried some dark meat."

"Mary Belle!!!!!"

"When do we leave? I can be ready tomorrow."

"No, I have to go shopping."

"I need a wax."

It actually took a few months to make all the arrangements.

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