Introduction 2

I get home around 11:00, having drank about a half-mickey of whisky on my drive back from the worksite. Mikaela is seated on the couch, illuminated by the flickering of the TV playing quietly. "Hey Mr Cox," she greets him just louder than a whisper, clicking off the TV before rising to her feet.

I take off my shoes and jacket, and she follows a step behind me as I travel through the darkened house. Mikaela softly chatters that the kids were safely in bed, she had ordered dinner for them... I walk into the kitchen, impressed how tidy the place was. She seems a little nervous as she adds, "Your kids were no trouble... do you think it's because they're mixed race that they are so cute?"

I turn around and she's following so close that she bumps into me. Her shoulder-length naturally blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her green-blue eyes looked up into mine innocently as she offered a shy apology for the physical contact. She is wearing an old plaid skirt that I recognize as part of the uniform of the private school that she and Lindsay attend (and for which Linnie's whiteboi father pays), and an unbuttoned uniform blouse over top of a low-cut white vest that revealed just how busty the former gawky teenager had become and how much she now resembled her Swedish cockteasing mother.

"My teacher Miss Kellie says the future of humanity is going to be mixed races," Mikaela continues as she continues on this topic. I tell her I assume Miss Kellie is a white woman and Mikaela confirms she is a redhead, of Scottish or Irish heritage she thinks. I tell her that Miss Kellie sounds like she knows what she's talking about and that she should have the courage of her principles and just "go black" if she hasn't already.

Mikaela laughs and insists she doesn't know anything about that. "I just want to do a really good job for you here, Mr Cox, maybe earn a tip tonight?" By now a mighty erection has started to form in my sweatpants, mere inches from the abdomen of the oblivous little blonde.