He comes from a loving home. I’m an orphan. I was adopted by a Canadian family when I was much younger. Paul and Mary Latreille adopted me from Hait... and I lived with them in Ottawa. They’re a couple of French Canadians originally from Alberta, land of the most racist Canadians of all. I don’t know why they let random White folks adopt young Blacks. I fear for all those Haitian orphans that wealthy White couples are adopting after the 2010 Haiti Earthquake. They never bother checking to see if. The music is in there," she said."You just want Key to make fun of me again," I said."Oh, poor baby. I'll tell 'er not to make fun of you again." Jo laughed. Key and I had a running laugh about me beating up a band member. She made a point of mentioning it every time I showed up.We walked hand in hand up to Jo's door and went inside. Key was curled up in an impossible twist with a laptop. She looked up when we walked in. "Hi, Jo's white boy," she grinned. "I got an angle on an uppity violinist. " Do those issues involve removing parts of her clothing?" Traci asked from the seat in front of us."Tami, can we stop at UPS and ship her home? I'll put air holes in the box."Tami turned around and looked at us sternly. "Children, behave."Traci turned her head and stuck her tongue out. I grinned. It was going to be an interesting couple of weeks.By the time Darlene got us back on Washington-18, Robbie and I had our heads together, talking softly. Mostly we talked about baseball. We'd both. I started the engine."Actually, hang on." Sarah opened the car door, looked around and then got out. Leaving the door open, she hitched up her dress and crouched down, facing directly towards me.I watched as a lovely stream of hot piss splashed on the floor. She stared straight at me and mouthed: 'fucking perv'. This girl was amazing. I needed her in my life.I drove her to the pub but before she got out of the car I wanted to know if this was it for us or whether she had more planned."Can I see.