Reminds me so much of a friend of mine's mother when I was growing up. Attractive woman with a diminutive, weak husband. Lived near "the tracks" and they used to cross the tracks and frequent a bar where she could meet and pick up black men. She would often bring them home after the bars closed and they would leave just before sunrise. She was a mess later in the day when she would finally get out of bed, but me and my buddies often were there to see her walk around in her open robe, tiny panties and bra. Sure miss those days.