Houseboy
Since moving in with Lorraine some months ago I’d seen her daughter Emma develop into the forbidden fruit I now lusted after. I felt no shame in that; it was normal; as was the fact that, she was also a rather exotic fruit with her caramel coloured skin and frizzy afro-hair. Her mother Lorraine was coffee coloured and Jamaican yet the kind of executive woman you see in movies; tall, sexy and in command. She’d entered politics after graduating and had become part of the United Nations...