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Hi Im Jean, just your average 42 year old white middle class woman, married to my childhood sweetheart my one and only lover Bob, who I have one son with named Jack who’s 16. Although I was never the beauty queen in high school, I still get the odd whistle by some random guy every now and then, I have wavy blonde shoulder length hair, a petite figure which hasn’t lost its youthfulness apart from the first signs of cellulite around my slightly widened hips and my once perky breast are starting to point south as they loosen. I do keep in reasonably good shape for my age, considering the number of women gone under the knife, Im all natural. We live out of town on a farm/lifestyle block so we home schooled our son right up until high school age then sent him to an upstate private school in another city. My husband Bob usually does all the farm work while I help out a little but spend most of my time with our son and handling the paper work.
Well with Jack now gone and my social life being as dull as it ever was with friends living too far away, I realized I had a lot of time on my hands which I occupied by delving into romance novels or the odd 18 mile trip into town just to kill the boredom.

Anyway school holidays were coming up and we were expecting our son for the holiday period. He rang me as he usually does to confirm the day he will arrive, only this time he asked if he could bring his roommate Mark to stay a week or two as his parents wouldn’t be home at the time and he had nowhere else to go. I said that will be fine, but before Jack hung up he said..

”Oh and one last thing, Mark is black…bye”.

Now Im not a racist person but for some reason I was taken back by this comment, whether it was because my son may think I might have a problem with the color of his skin I don’t know but I cant quite pin point the reason why it had stuck in my head. I must admit I never really knew any black people, the area I grew up in were mainly white, apart from old man Jenkins who was the janitor at our school, oh and I had worked with the odd black person over the years but never really socialized with any.

The days just flew by and before I knew it, school holidays were upon us. My husband was out of town as he sometimes is for work and said he would pick up Jack and his friend from the bus station on the way home. It was late afternoon when I heard my husbands car pull into the driveway, I waited in the living room to greet them, my husband walked in first then my son Jack, followed by his friend Mark who stood out not only because of the color of his skin but his share size compared to us. Mark was about 6ft4 with a muscular lean body, broad shoulders and very dark skin which was highlighted by his teeth and the whites of his eyes, he reminds me a little of the actor Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje who played the character “Mr Eko” in one of my favourite TV programs L.O.S.T. With me being a modest 5ft3 and my son and husband not a lot taller he stuck out like a sore thumb, he looked every bit a man and we just little children.

“eh, mah names Mark”

He said with a slight accent and a very deep voice which wouldn’t sound out of place on a Barry White CD.

“Hi, Im Jean, Jacks mom”

I said as I extended my hand to shake his, he held my hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss, while saying

“Nice to meet yah mam”

That caught me by surprise but I just smiled and said nice to meet you back as if to imply it was nothing.