Laura discovers Suzy is black-bred

So, Laura wore a pink crop vest and a black and white striped skater skirt and got a taxi to Suzy’s house the following evening. The taxi driver was a middle aged Indian man who kept staring at her breasts. Why did men have to look there all the time? Why did her rigid nipples betray her pleasure that the Asian man patently found her attractive? She'd heard that Asian guys particularly coveted blonde girls. It would make life easier if all these ethnic people didn’t look at her as if she were prey to be hunted, despite the thrill it gave her.

She had considered wearing some of her mother’s clothes but decided not to. She was depressed enough as it was!

Laura knocked at the door, she could hear the little boy inside laughing and singing, Laura was pleased; she loved happy and confident children.

Suzy opened the door and smiling, hugged Laura and took her inside. Laura’s mother was spot-on about Suzy, her auburn hair was beautiful and she had perfect white skin. There was a cry of joy from upstairs and Suzy asked Laura to sit down while she fetched her ‘little prince’ downstairs.

Sat on the chair, Laura looked at the television magazine on the coffee table; she didn’t notice the photographs of Suzy and her son on the wall.

Laura looked up when Suzy came in, carrying the toddler. He was black. Her mother was wrong about the boy having the auburn hair and green eyes of his mother, the boy had clearly inherited all his physical characteristics from his father. Laura recognized the genetic superiority that the two black girls had referred to when they said that when Laura had babies they would be black with ‘afro’ hair. Suzy’s son was a perfect black little boy; there was no indication in him that his mummy was white.

Laura was overjoyed that she could help care for him; she impulsively picked him up, hugging and kissing him. Suzy was laughing ‘he likes you, Laura! I’m so pleased; some white people are quite nasty when they see that I’m white and my Madji is black and looks so much like his daddy. You’re okay aren’t you?’ Laura said that she was, in fact she was pleased that he was black because he was so obviously beautiful. Laura was consumed with an intense need to have unprotected sex with the next black guy she saw, she wanted a black baby just like Madji, her mother would have to adjust to having a black grandchild! Ngocko and the two black girls were right, she was black and never going back.

There was another knock on the door. Laura still had Madji in her arms, tickling him causing him to giggle uncontrollably. Suzy got up, smiling uncomfortably, ‘Erm, Laura, there’s someone else who wants to see you.’

Laura looked at the door, who could it be?