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    “Whoa! Slow down, angel,” a deep voice rumbled in front of me.
    Holy shiitake mushrooms! The wall can talk!
    Everything was so confusing. For instance, why was everything black?
    “Because you have your eyes shut?” the dark voice answered me, sending a chill down my spine. Not because I felt like an idiot once I cracked my eyelids a peep and realized I was staring at fairly large men’s boots, but because that voice slid through my body and down to my girlie bits in ways I didn’t know were possible.
    Never in my life would I have thought a man’s voice could affect me like that. It was throaty and low, making me wonder what he would sound like while making love to a woman.
    Would he growl like an animal as he thrust in fast and hard from behind? Or would he croon sexy sounds while he undulated like a strong, steady machine in and out of my body with my feet on his shoulders?
    Speaking of feet, I realized I was still staring down at his big-ass pair. It made me wonder if that saying about big feet being proportional to a man’s penis size was true. I mean, his were huge, as in ginormous. I had no clue feet could be that enormous! For some strange reason, that old television show tune popped into my head: “ Flipper, flipper, flipper, king of the ocean … ”
    “Just how toasted are you, babe?”
    You know, this whole thing with Bigfoot reading my mind was starting to get seriously freaky. And why was the room turning upside down?
    “The room’s not turning upside down, and I’m not reading your mind.”
    I snorted. That’s what he said, but his boot covered Bigfoot feet were swaying in front of my eyes, rocking back and forth as if we were on a boat in the middle of an ocean during a hurricane. Back and forth, back and forth. Oh, Lord, my stomach was starting to feel sea sick.
    “Is there any chance I can get you to stop calling me Bigfoot?”
    My lips were incredibly numb, which meant I couldn’t feel them enough to open them and answer Bigfoot’s question. I shook my head from side to side, instead, hoping his seriously impressive mind reading skills would help him interpret the move. What I didn’t count on was how the movement would pitch me over from slightly sea sick on our nonexistent boat to totally hurling all over his Bigfoot feet.
    “What the fuck?” Bigfoot’s delicious voice shouted as he finally let go of my arms.
    That caused me to start giggling because it was positively absurd that he could still sound sexy after I had heaved a horrible mixture of alcohol and strawberry puree all over him.
    “Sorry, Bigfoot. I’ll just be going now.” Giving him a consolatory pat on his brick hard chest, I sidestepped him and took my first wobbly steps back to the main room of the strip club.
    Part of me felt bad that I hadn’t even looked Bigfoot in the face when I apologized for upchucking all over him, but for some odd reason, my neck didn’t really want to hold my head up anymore. Maybe Dexter the schmexter had been right, and I’d had too much to drink, not that I would admit that to him. Lord knew I had drunk myself to sleep at home more times than I could count, and none of those drinks had ever hit me quite the way these ones had. Honestly, I would have thought I could handle more than this before I was anywhere close to passing out.
    Putting a hand out, I used the wall to steady myself as I did my best to wobble away from Bigfoot the talking wall in these damned heels that had seemed like such a good idea when I had gotten dressed.
    I had made it exactly one step and a sideways stumble into the wall when the song changed in the club. Hey, I knew that beat. I totally loved this song! Bigfoot needed to get out of my way so I could go dance to my jam before Dexter the schmexter took my drunk ass home.
    “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Ginny?”
    The sound of my name on Bigfoot’s lips stunned me.
    Hugging the wall, I made a very dangerous and tricky three point turn on