We go into the hot tub

“The hot tub looks inviting,” I mention.

The black man turns and looks over to the pool and then towards the smaller circle that is adjacent to it. “Hot springs, that isn’t heated from a geothermal source,” M’Hanze utters as he turns around to face me again.

I sit up as M’Hanze walks up to the hot tub. I get to my feet and follow him to the far side of the pool. Standing close to him, I discover that he is over a foot taller than me, his height and his physique clearly intimidating me, preventing any thoughts of protest against him. I open up my cover up, revealing my simple two-piece bikini, and let the fabric fall to the pool deck. I enter the hot tub, the heat and the bubbles immediately relaxing my body as I submerged in the water, taking a seat at the far side.

I look up to the towering black man that is M’Hanze. He turns around, in the process of undoing the fasteners of his outfit. He removes his tunic, exposing his bare torso underneath. Across his back are a series of scars arranged in such a way that does not interfere with the curves of his back. He removes his pants, keeping a black garment, which look like briefs, on his body. He turns around, revealing his chest, which unlike his backside, does not sport any scars or tattoos.

When he steps into the water, I can visibly see that this relaxes him and when he takes a seat across from me, he gives himself a moment to settle in. I’m caught off guard when he immediately utters my name. “Charlene. From what your colleagues have told me, you have been away from home getting your education,” M’Hanze starts. I nod and he continues. “While you have been away, there have been processes happening in your world. As I speak, uprisings against governments will happen. But they are done after the bulk of a work has been seeded.”

“What do you mean a work?” I ask.

M’Hanze explains, “For the past year, ships have stealthily been dropping a chemical over major cities. This chemical does not hurt your people, but it would dramatically affect your ability to reproduce. The sperm of those whose roots do not originate from Africa have been made obsolete and their ability to become erect has been taken away from them. Soon, the females will not be able to procreate from men like these. Those who originate from African countries will be unaffected. Black men are known for their stamina, their virility, and will soon be looked upon by the female populace to be the hope for the future. The uprisings I have mentioned are to bring up a new order in the world. The BNWO, or the Black New World Order.”

What M’Hanze has explained is familiar to me, but up until this point, I’ve always thought it was an idea born from the distaste of today’s governments. It became a sort of fiction, particularly supported by interracial porn where white women abandoned their weak white partners and sought after tall, dark and handsome men, looking up at them as if they were gods that deserved their worship.

M’Hanze gestures to one of the men standing at the door and Lucas hands him a tablet, on it a video waiting to be played.