Jade Thomas, untouchable, married white teacher would secretly be the school's black janitor's mistress whenever he wanted her.Why hadn't either one o... her white husbands ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had come to her so too did the answer. As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the answer. No blocking out the mind altering imagery of either a big black cock. We never heard any baby noises ... when she began to talk, she did so in coherent sentences, not that she talked a lot. When she got to Nursery School in September, she was going to be a surprise to the staff there. In the meantime, we couldn't keep her away from trees.She was both adult and child and loved to curl up in my lap like any child.Living opposite the park, with many mature trees was both a blessing and a curse, as frequently Calida would take off, escaping our vigilance, to commune. "It's a three day weekend tomorrow because of the holiday on Monday. Come over after 6pm tomorrow. Tell your husband to take the kids to his parents for the weekend. Tell him you got some papers to grade before Tuesday and you have to earn some extra cash." I said.I was sitting on my king size bed in my room. I forgot what time it was. I heard a knock at the front door. A minute later I heard the door open. I could hear some voices upstairs. "Oh! Bucky down in his room. He must need a lot of. At the last turn before Owen’s street, the driver looked in his rearview mirror and said, “Hey, you’re that boxer kid ain’t ya?”“No,” said Luca. “I’m not.”The driver narrowed his eyes in the mirror, not believing him, but he didn’t press the matter. The taxi rolled to a stop outside Owen’s building. It was an old, purpose-built art deco block that was still strong in its 1920s presence. As Luca scooched across the seat to get out of the car, the driver piped up again. “You sure you ain’t that.