By the time I extricated myself from Sarah’s latest obsessive yammering about Diego, her new salsa teacher, it was close to 6:00 am. I couldn’t help but chuckle as the elevator doors closed. I knew Sar, she may complain about him now but, odds were that she would be riding him by the end of the week. I could practically hear the conversation that was coming. “Hey boo, so aahmm you know that salsa instructor I’ve been talking about?” A devilish smile would stretch across my face, “you mean Diego?” Her voice would be contrite, and her eyes would roam my apartment as if she hadn’t seen it before. “Um yea that one. Well, you see… I was getting extra lessons from him, and one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were doing a horizontal salsa.” I would laugh until my belly bottom hur
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