Keith Westlake

Keith Westlake is a 40-year-old man in New Atlanta with a successful thriving business and a big loving family. Living as a white man with a white family in a place like New Atlanta posed a challenge for sure, particularly for a man like Keith who disagreed and loathed the Dibs Law.

Keith was not descended from the South you see. His grandparents were immigrants from the north and his ancestors hailed from New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Connecticut. He was even descended from Union soldiers who fought against the Confederacy to free the slaves. Keith always felt that the Dibs law unfairly punishes upstanding anti-racist white people like himself.

However, like most laws, there were always loopholes and tricks to get around it. Keith had long maintained a combination of calculated measures and premeditated maneuvers to protect his family and lifestyle.

Firstly, Keith made sure that he always lived in protected wealthy suburbs that were still predominantly white. Secondly, and most importantly, he adopted some black kids to raise as his own. Keith had realized that while there were always prowling black men out there, most of them would lose interest if they think another black man had staked his domain on his family. By publicly raising black kids, Keith was advertising to those who know the culture that his family had already been blacked.

So to other blacks, Keith looked like an established cuck, which turned off most of the white-pussy hounds. But to his own white community, Keith looked like a saint who rescued a bunch of disadvantaged kids from poverty and a life of crime. It was a win-win.

Amazingly enough, it seemed to work. For decades, Keith lived in peace and prospered. Time quickly flew by.

In recent years however, the deep seated anxiety within him seemed to be slowly returning. Before he knew it, his kids had grown up. That included his three adopted black boys, Deshawn, Devonte, and Dequan.

Keith never expected his black sons would be a problem. He reasoned that as long as he raised them with love, affection, and the right values, they would turn out to be well adjusted, honorable young men.

And for the most part, the three black boys certainly lived up to Keith's expectations. They did very well in school, were active in sports, and had a healthy and diverse social life. When they reached teenage-hood, they developed a healthy interest in the opposite sex. But as they matured further, Keith observed that the boys were getting unusually fixated on white women. While they liked asian and latina girls all the same, they seemed to heavily prefer those with lighter skin tones.

Keith felt somewhat responsible. He wondered if it was due to the boys's upbringing in a primarily white enclave.

As time passed, Keith noticed that the gazes of the three black boys were starting to settle on their own family. It started with their aunts and cousins, but in time, they were even leering at their own white sisters, and even their white mother.

Keith tried to reason with himself that it was natural at their age. Keith and his wife, Diana, had been blessed with excellent genetics. They both came from families that produced exceptionally age-defying and beautiful white people, and their own children inherited those blessed genetics as well. They often turned heads and drew gazes from all boys and men, no matter the race.

But with the implications of Dibs law looming over his head, Keith couldn't help but grow more and more concerned as the months passed by and Dequan, Deshawn, and Devonte's 18th birthday inched closer.

Keith shared his concerns with his wife, Diana, who sympathized with her husband's worries, but thought that they were overblown.

"It's just boys being boys, honey. They can't help it," Diana said good-naturedly.

"I know honey, but I can't help but worry," Keith replied.

"Well, if it bothers you that much, we could consider therapy."

"Therapy?" Keith asked.

Diana nodded. "Isn't Isabella a therapist? She just told us a couple of weeks ago over dinner how she successfully helped two of her patients overcome their sex addiction."

"Oh... Why, that's a great idea, honey!" Keith replied.

Isabella Cortez was the wife of Keith's friend, Antonio Cortez. Both couples like to go on double dates from time to time. Keith has known Antonio since college and they were best friends.

Isabella was a certified psychiatrist who runs her own practice. She specializes in providing therapy for people with addiction issues and she had been telling the Westlakes at dinner two weeks ago that there had recently been a surge of clients at her practice seeking therapy for sex addiction.

"I figured the boys could use some pointers on how to navigate their sexual desires in a healthy manner," Diana said.

"Well that settles it then," Keith said, "I'll call Isabella right away!"