"Raul, you're always making noise in the Library, and I always get on your case for it, honestly, I think you do it to get punished," Anja Guttenberg, Head Librarian of the City of Johannesburg, Gauteng, said sharply. The lady was speaking to her most annoying patron, whom she found sitting at a computer, thirty nine minutes after the Johannesburg City Library officially closed. All of the patrons were gone, and was all Library staff. Only the Head Librarian remained, and she was about to close the place down when something unforeseen happened...
Standing there, hands on her hips, the tall, fifty-something, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, pleasantly plump Librarian confronted the surly young Zulu man, who looked her up and down and smirked. Raul Jabulani had this absolutely unflappable way of carrying himself. The tall, handsome and well-dressed young Zulu brother carried himself like a prince, and he didn't care if you were Black or White, rich or poor. He did his own thing and wouldn't let you or anyone else get in his way. Anja found this hot...and annoying as fuck.
"Yeah, the question is, what are you going to do about it?" Raul Jabulani shot back, and he leaned back in his chair, and Anja's heart skipped a beat. For she saw the bulge in his track pants, and licked her lips involuntarily. Anja took a step closer to Raul and he seemed nonplussed by her tone of voice and obvious distress. Raul was definitely a confident, downright cocky young Zulu brother, one who was obviously used to having his way with the ladies.
"Well, Raul, I've got no choice, I have to punish you," Anja Guttenberg replied, and with that, she stepped closer to Raul, and patted his groin. The young Black man smiled, and looked at Anja with a combination of lust and expectation. He definitely knew the effect he had on her. From the first time Anja laid eyes on Raul, she knew that the six-foot-tall, Afro-sporting, dark-skinned and handsome young Zulu was trouble. Indeed, trouble with a Capital T.
A part-time student at the University of Johannesburg, Raul Jabulani and his cronies liked to use the community Library like their own personal playground. For months Anja Guttenberg watched them do their thing, powerless to stop them. The brothers came around, listened to loud music, flirted with female patrons, smoked in the bathrooms and in the smoke-free parking lot, and flipped the bird at Library staff when they tried to stop their flow. Anja Guttenberg found their conduct absolutely despicable...and quite arousing.
"If that's what you call it," Raul shot back, and Anja Guttenberg blinked, and then smiled before sitting on the table, inches from him. At the age of fifty nine, Anja Guttenberg was no spring chicken. She'd been a student at the University of Gauteng in those heady, bright days when Apartheid officially ended and Nelson Mandela became the first Black President of the Republic of South Africa. Days filled with the promise of change, as Anja naively thought of them back then.
A lot of White South Africans were nervous about the new regime, and feared what the Blacks might do now that one of their own was in charge of governing the country. They had seen Whites get dispossessed by the Government of President Robert Mugabe in the Republic of Zimbabwe. After being in power in the Southern regions of Africa for centuries, the White man had been dethroned thanks to the forces of Global Black Liberation, and was running for the hills...
Anja Guttenberg was a young Liberal, a supporter of racial equality, and she supported the Presidency of Nelson Mandela. She sensed that the wise man with the friendly smile was a far better person than Zimbabwe's fiery leader Robert Mugabe. The fledgling Republic of South Africa was in good hands with Nelson Mandela at the helm. Of course, not everyone shared Anja Guttenberg sunny disposition toward the Blacks of South Africa. Many felt that the country was headed for disaster with its multiculturalism and affirmative action policies...