Four years ago I returned to Chicago from a buying trip. It was early afternoon and I had no problem getting a cab even though traffic was quite heavy. The driver, a powerfully built black man, named Tony, started a conversation with me. We soon started talking about my favorite subject — sex.

I felt comfortable with him, so I decided to ask a question that had been on my mind for years. “Is it true what they say about black men?” I asked.

Tony turned and smiled at me. “Do you want me to tell you, or would you rather see for yourself?”

When we reached my condo, I discovered that I didn’t have enough money for the fare. I invited Tony inside while I got some cash. He parked the cab and followed me.

Once inside, I told Tony to fix himself a drink while I went to... Leer Más