I am a writer. It’s who I am and it’s what I do. So I used that venue to make a difference in the lives of others. That’s why I wrote a Haitian-...merican science fiction anthology. I also wrote about Haitian Bisexuality and Haitian Lesbians. Hell, I even wrote about Haitian Transsexuals. The lives and loves of GLBT people are fascinating. Yet very little has been written about GLBT people of African descent. Many people in the black community pretend that black gays, black lesbians and bisexual. Peter hardly looked at Katya directly, he knew he didn't dare. Her skirts got shorter, the blouses thinner and more transparent, and her choice of perfumes more exotic. As confused as he was, it never occurred to him to order her to stop. Not that it would have done any good anyway. She knew he wasn't discouraging her, and by that lack of action was actually encouraging her to continue seducing him. He had no chance and he knew it, and worse, so did she. She started singing while she did her. Not an iron curtain this time, chap. Just a satin one. Goodbye and give Nina my love. She’ll take much better care of you than Christine or Annie ever could. She’s a right proper woman, that Punjabi girl,” Trevor hung up, leaving me with a feeling of real dread.“Is it just me, or did that phone call raise your hackles, too?” Nina remarked.“No, it isn’t just you, darling. I’m more than a little bothered by it myself. I wish him the best, but I fear for the worst. He might well have waited too. My heart beat increased when I heard my mistress entering the drawing room.After a while Monika mam ordered me to serve tea and snacks. I came out of the kitchen, holding a tray carrying two cups of tea with snacks. I was walking slowly, taking small steps with my eyes facing down.As I reached near the sofas where they were sitting, I heard Sunita mam’s voice, “Vow! My dear husband has been upgraded into a beautiful and shy girl.” I knew that she was impressed by my appearance. I wished Sunita.