"I've seen you at a lot of Walmart locations, is that the only place your company sends you to work?" Caitlyn Sauve said, smiling faintly as she looked at the big and tall, ruggedly handsome, bearded young black man who stood before her. He stood a full three inches taller than her, dark, very masculine and majestic. For weeks now she'd seen him standing at the Walmart gates, clad in his dark blue security uniform, stern-faced and looking good. After interacting with him a few times, Caitlyn decided she wanted this tasty morsel for herself...
"Ma'am, I go wherever the security company sends me, and as usual, they send me far from home," replied the security guard, whose name tag read "Jean-Paul." From his accent, Caitlyn judged him to be of Haitian descent. There were a lot of French-speaking people of African descent in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, but Caitlyn would recognize that distinct Haitian accent anywhere...
Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian family, Caitlyn Sauve was very familiar with the Haitian culture, since its people made up a significant portion of la belle province's population. Moving to the City of Ottawa to work at the MBNA Call Center seemed like a sound move after her divorce from her ex-husband Claude Tremblay, a burly redneck from Sherbrook, Quebec. Marrying Claude was one of the worst mistakes Caitlyn ever made. Their marriage never produced anything. Now, at the age of forty, Caitlyn decided to live life by her own rules, fuck what anyone else thought...
"C'est dommage, jeune homme, vous avez l'air fatigue," Caitlyn said, pursing her lips, and Jean-Paul sighed, shrugged his broad shoulders and nodded in agreement. Jean-Paul briefly excused himself and checked the receipts of a couple that was exiting the store with a massive television set on a cart. The male half of the couple, a burly white guy in his sixties, took issue with Jean-Paul asking for his receipt, and glared angrily at the security guard...
"I'm not a thief, dude, I shop here all the time, this is annoying," Mr. Old White Dude said tersely, and Jean-Paul looked him up and down, impassively glanced at his receipt and then handed it back to him. The old guy's wife, an elderly Chinese lady, rolled her eyes and linked arms with her man as they exited the store. Jean-Paul watched them go, nonplussed...
"I'm so sorry that man was so rude to you, say, he looks like the type who might call and complain about you, here's my information if you need a witness," Caitlyn said innocently, and then she scribbled her name and number on a piece of paper, and then handed it to a stunned Jean-Paul. Winking at the handsome brother, she patted him on the arm, then exited the store with her purchase. Let's see if he takes the bait, Caitlyn thought, wryly amused.
"Thank you kindly for your offer, madame, I am Jean-Paul, it is good to meet you," read the text from Jean-Paul, and Caitlyn smiled to herself and saved his number in her cellphone. Caitlyn was all smiles as she drove off the Walmart parking lot, and headed to the Queen Mary area of Vanier, Ontario, where she lived. A lot of people talked bad about Vanier, which they considered to be the hood. Caitlyn found it quaint. Living in a two-bedroom furnished apartment which cost less than eight hundred a month, all utilities included, what could be wrong with that?
After putting her groceries in the fridge, Caitlyn sat in her couch, and turned on the TV. On the Much channel, they were giving the movie Focus. Caitlyn's heart soared as she watched the handsome black American actor Will Smith make love to Australian blonde cutie Margot Robbie. After her divorce, Caitlyn started exploring her sexuality, and discovered something which surprised her. A growing fondness for men of African descent...
"You are very beautiful, just the way you are," said Caitlyn's former lover Ismail, a Somali guy whom she dated shortly after her divorce from Claude Tremblay became finalized. The tall, handsome black Muslim gentleman owned a deli shop within walking distance of Caitlyn's old place in Montreal, and they'd been friends for ages. After her divorce, they became much more than that...
"You really think I'm beautiful?" Caitlyn asked Ismail, and the handsome Somali stud nodded, and then kissed her. The two of them publicly kissed while waiting in line at the movie theater, heedless of the angry white dudes who watched them, some of them doing so while holding hands with their minority girlfriends. Hypocrites of the worst caliber, as far as Caitlyn was concerned...
