’ ‘Can you honestly say that you don’t find me sexy…. that you don’t sometimes see me as a woman, not just your sister … that you don’t ...ant me sometimes?’ She wasn’t going into one, she wasn’t getting angry, she was calm and cool, I was the one starting sweat and panic but she was driving the conversation in the direction that SHE wanted it to go. I hadn’t thought this conversation out, but she had! Right then I knew that I was royally fucked. This was one battle I was going to lose. ‘Maybe…’. Only white guys get the promotions around here. Smart women, along with people of non-European backgrounds get passed over time after time. Take my father, Rene Pierre, for example. He moved to Canada from the Republic of Haiti twenty five years ago when he was barely twenty years old. Since then, he’s attended the University of Montreal, graduated with a degree in psychology and become a patrol officer with the Ontario Provincial Police. He’s now a sergeant. The Ontario Provincial Police. ’ ‘Ah…there…there’s nothing to tell,’ Ann said, sitting back down. Why did she feel so warm? ‘We…we’re neighbors, and…’ She shrugged. Melissa plopped down on the sofa. ‘I’ve never, ever seen my Dad act the way he did just now,’ she said. ‘Except, maybe, when Mom was alive. He likes you. He likes you a lot.’ She paused and grinned. ‘Maybe more than that.’ ‘Oh, God!’ Ann thought. ‘He…he can’t like me. He doesn’t know me. If…if he did, he’d hate me. I don’t deserve someone like him. Someday. I'd developed this addiction to sucking mybrother off and he had developed a sex addiction to me. It was like we hadbeen made for each other. All through my senior year in High School Jasonand I would always be able to find the time and a place and I would fall onmy knees and do him. Sometimes he would slip into to my bedroom late atnight to get his tool serviced, sometimes I would slip into the bathroom todo him. We always found a place to have sex. I was now obsessed with thetaste of his.