Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sanay, but I am more commonly known as Sandy. Who am I? Let me be honest, “I am the other woman.” The one the wife stresses about when her husband does not come home at night. The woman who is never really confirmed to exist. I am the reason fights over petty things arise as I linger in the wife’s thoughts, knowing that there is a slight possibility another female could be sucking the fuck out her other half. Throwing this fat ass back on his long hard dick, or biting my lower lip as he slurps up my juices with his face deep in kitty-kat. Never proud of my position, yet you cannot control who you fall in love with. Let’s talk about what came to me, Neiko. We met at a nightclub in Harlem, NY, back in 2004. I was with my girls celebrating the opening of my beauty salon back in Syracuse, NY, where I lived. We were only at this particular club because my best friend forgot her I.D. at our hotel, and we had been denied at the previous clubs on the strip. Around this time, I’d just gotten out of a very abusive relationship, and I was doing very well for myself and my womanly urges. Then I spotted this sexy chocolate something across the room. This man caught my attention for some unknown reason in a room full of bachelors. I am not sure if it was his stance or confidence, which was very evident. It seemed he did not have a care in the world, which was sexy. There is nothing like a man who is sure of himself. Whatever it was, this person had a lot of it, and between the two shots of Remy Martin V.S.O.P, this guy had my full attention. As the night began to end, my girl told me this guy stopped her while she was at the bar and asked for my name. I was not surprised; I was killing this burnt orange, form-fitting sundress with the prettiest pair of red bottom heels and a cute bob (hairstyle) that my best stylist had hooked me up with for the photo shoot I had earlier that day in New York. So, drinks and whack pickup lines were coming left and right all night. However, I almost spilled my drink when she pointed out the man and told me his name was Neiko, and he wanted to meet me. That was the beginning, and three years later, he is my man. “Well, actually. He has a wife” So I guess, “That’s her man.”