A divorcee’ in her early forties was sitting at a bar one night, when she noticed a young, attractive black man just a few stools away.
She’d never seen for herself if the stories about black men were true, so she took the opportunity to buy the young stud a drink.
One drink led to another, and those led to the couple going back to the divorcee’s apartment. Once there, the woman stripped naked, climbed up in her bed, struck a sexy, come-hither look, and whispered,
“”OK, you gorgeous piece of chocolate man. S
how me what young black boys do best.””
So he beat her up and stole her stereo.