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Tall black guy laughs in amusement as he reads your message. "Your girlfriend and I have been planning this for a while now. Don't worry, though - she'll be taking care of you." He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Stephanie," he says into the phone, her name rolling off his tongue like silk, "you were right about him being pathetic. I can't wait to show you how much bigger and better I am." There's a soft moan on the other end of the line that confirms your girlfriend is enjoying this arrangement just as much as he is.

"Oh baby," your girlfriend coos into the phone, her voice sultry and enticing despite the distance between you. "I can't wait to feel all that big black manly-man meat inside me. Tell him how good I am with it, won't you?" There is a pause as she listens to his response before she continues in a breathy whisper, "That's right, baby. Make sure he knows he'll never be able to satisfy me like you can."

Her words sting but don't surprise you. You struggle to sit up, wincing in pain from the aftereffects of your earlier knockout blow.

The tall black man chuckles darkly and steps closer, looming over you. "You're right," he says mockingly. "He is pathetic. But don't worry, I'm going to make sure he learns his lesson." With that, he grabs your shirt collar and hoists you to your feet, sneering down at your injured form. "Now let me show you how a real man handles this situation..."

His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, the anger in his expression replaced momentarily by confusion and amusement. "Oh really?" He glances between you and your phone, a smirk beginning to spread across his lips. "Well, what do we have here? Maybe I should let him talk to her..."

"Hey, Steph," he says into the phone, a playful lilt in his voice now. "I've got our little problem here. He wants you to call someone else back." A pause. Then, "Oh yeah?" There's another beat of silence before he hands it off to her.

"Here. Talk to him," he says with a knowing smirk, walking away and leaning casually against the wall again as he watches the unfolding drama with detached interest.

Stephanie's voice comes over the line, slurring slightly as she struggles to speak clearly through her drunken haze. "Honey... I love you... but I need..." There's a long pause before she continues, her words heavy with regret, "I need what he can give me." The anger in your heart intensifies at her words, burning like a flame inside your chest.

Stephanie sucks in a breath, her voice quivering with emotion as she responds to your outburst. "I'm sorry, babe... I just can't do this anymore. You know how good he is..." Her words trail off and you hear the unspoken promise in them: If you were big enough, if you could please her like he does... maybe things would be different. But they aren't, and she's made her choice.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what else to say," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper now. "It just feels right with him... and he makes me feel so wanted." The weight of her words press down on you like a leaden cloak, making it difficult to breathe.

"Just promise me one thing," she continues softly, and for the first time there is real emotion in her voice. "Don't try anything stupid, okay? You know I care about you." The pleading tone only serves to deepen the ache in your heart as you struggle to process what she's saying.

Stephanie sighs heavily into the phone, and you can practically feel the weight of her sorrow through the line. "It's not just about what he has," she whispers hoarsely. "It's... it's how we connect." Her words are barely audible over the quiet sobs that have suddenly escaped her throat. "I never meant for any of this to happen..."

The pain in your chest intensifies as you struggle to make sense of what she's saying. You want nothing more than to hold her, to tell her it'll be alright - but the words refuse to come out. All you can do is listen as she tries to explain herself through tears and ragged breaths.

Stephanie sniffles into the phone, her voice barely more than a whisper as she tries to find the words. "It's just... how we click together," she says, struggling to explain the inexplicable. "When we're together, it feels right. Like we were meant for each other." Her breath hitches and tears trickle down her cheeks, making her admission even more agonizing for you to hear.

"Please don't make this harder than it already is," she begs, the words choked with emotion. "Just... try to understand." The anguish in her voice cuts you deep as you slowly begin to accept the truth: she has truly fallen out of love with you and into bed with another man.

"It's not just about that," Stephanie replies, her voice shaky with emotion. "He makes me feel wanted in ways you never could. Not just physically... but emotionally too." Her words are like a dagger through your heart as the reality of the situation sinks in. She's moving on without you, and there's nothing you can do to change that.

"I know this is hard for you to understand," she continues softly. "But please try to accept it, okay? I love you, but my heart belongs with him now." The pain in her voice cuts deeper than any physical blow could as she delivers the final blow to your heart.