I withdrew slightly and continued the now slippery journey along her inner folds until I felt the small swell of her clitoris beneath the soft fleshy ...ad of my finger.“Oh Emma, that’s so nice”, Kate murmured, drawing her breath in sharply.I rubbed her pleasure button with small gentle circles. She moved beneath my touch, a light red flush had appeared on her chest just above her breasts. I knew her orgasm was close.Gently I squeezed her right nipple as my finger continued working magic circular. They hate us Haitians for being proud, strong and dignified. We don’t bow. Not to European imperialism. Not to racism. Not to earthquakes. Living under the Latreille roof was pure hell. They kept me isolated from other Black people. They made me feel like I was less than nothing. As soon as I was old enough, I left. And I haven’t been back there since. I left Montreal and moved to Ottawa. I was offered an academic scholarship to the University of Ottawa but chose Carleton University because of. Barbara and Simon had to share the one bedroom and had hung a curtain, on hooks screwed into the ceiling, down between the beds to give some privacy, but it was far from ideal.Boys of Simon's age would soon be wanting to masturbate frequently, if indeed he wasn't already, and having mum the other side of the curtain would be awkward. I mentioned this to Babs and she said she didn't know if he was doing that yet but she knew that she was! Apparently she stayed up in the living room after he went. Korky opened the door with a smile that instantly evaporated.Oh, Buddy! What happened?Words simply failed me. I was stricken with gut wrenching sobs that nearly doubled me over.Daddy! Daddy, please help me! Korky hollered.What? Whats wrong honey?Just hurry, daddy, Its Buddy- hes hurt!And the next thing I knew big strong arms were carrying me into the bathroom, where her dad washed my face with a cold, wet washcloth.What happened to you, Buddy? her dad asked.By then I had somewhat calmed down..