I have, in fact, been having an affair with a beautiful black architect, also married, named Janee St. Croix (which has a certain "je ne c'est quoi") who has long black hair warn back in a pony-tail. We've had a beautiful black baby. I don't know how her husband, who is cute, is reacting to all this, but apparently there hasn't been much domestics, as after I brought my wife to meet them, we were attacked and pursued by a giant monster of some sort, and had to leave.
I wouldn't know even this much if my wife hadn't told me when we woke up. I'm apparently having a much better time in her dreams than mine.