All the other siblings had moved out years ago. I come from a big family and I am about seven years younger than the next youngest sibling. One evenin...g my parents got a call from one of my older sisters. She had been recently divorced and her hours at work hours were being cut to part time. She asked if she could move in for a while. My parents said yes but told her she would have to sleep on the sofa and the little bit of furniture she had, had to go in the basement. We moved her in a few. As we ate, I hoped that she would not be too tired for some bedroom activities later. I need not have worried! No matter what we did during the days, Juliette was always an ardent and passionate lover at night. The three of us passed an enjoyable week together in Paris. Madeline had managed to get us invitations to a couple of parties. At the parties I was able to dance with Juliette, but of course I had to dance with Madeline as well. Not that I’m complaining, mind you – she was an excellent. Well, that’s not exactly true. I can play the scene in front of me now, a movie on the plaster wall behind my desk. College opened up many doors for me. It allowed me to explore a totally new universe, a completely new place away from home. I was inundated by new ideas in each class, new friends and… her. My imagination had been virtually silent for so long that I wasn’t prepared for the flood that overcame when I met Janet. The first few hours after our first conversation I spent in the woods,. When I pick up my mom at the hair salon, I hear Black women bad-mouthing Black men and praising men of other races. What the fuck? Pardon my French. Why do Black women and Black men hate their own so much? I am a firm believer in the Black Love, folks. Black Love is beautiful and powerful. Look at Barack and Michelle Obama. Look at Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith. Look at Angela Bassett and her husband Courtney B. Vance. Look at Denzel Washington and his darling wife Pauletta Pearson. Black.