I was barely fourteen now, but I had only been three when my father had died on the plantation in Malaya and my mother returned to England and married...my step-father. Within four years, she too had died, and I was sent to a residential school. Now my step-father was gone as well, so it was back to Malaya, where the rubber plantation was mine—or would be when I reached twenty-one.I felt so alone, but also so free. I was starting a whole new life.We had put in at the Azores for a rest and. .. us... to..?” “Yeah.” “I don't know...” “I understand if you don't want to but strangely... Sam... I've fallen in love with you.” “Even after... I did what I did?” “Yes... love is a strange thing Sam... it forgives and forgets. I want you to take me. But only if you want and are ready. You don't even need to love me back that way. I'm just asking a favor from my little brother.” Those were the last words we spoke that night. Well not totally last words. It started with a kiss. I leaned in. There bitch who’s top cunt now? ... Wait till you eat this sweet pussy! ... Now listening to her son take charge, she couldn’t be prouder,,, He’s growing up. My man, ... my jocker ... our pimp! ... Wait till she feels that cock!... Moira had long ago learned she was a cock lover, getting her puss eaten could get her off, but to be fully happy she needed dick, needed it in a deep tribal way, her pussy, Oh Yeah, but her mouth, she wasn’t in love with cum, but a small price to pay for that. The men escorted us into the banquet hall and for the next hour we dined on steak and lobster, had drinks and made conversation. Jamal was smart and witty and I felt comfortable with him although I was very uncomfortable in the surroundings. I now understood why Annie wanted me along. Annie and I were the only white faces in the midst of twenty-seven black ones. There were only two other women and the looks we got from them could only be interpreted as 'hostile'. Since they both had dates I.