Meet Louisa Nesson, a chubby, dark-haired and pale-skinned, sixty-something woman living in the City of Covington, Massachusetts. The town of Covington is located down the street from Brockton, the so-called City of Champions. For a long time, Louisa was the tech support librarian at the Brockton Community College library. Louisa recently got fired from the job because she was too mean to the college students patronizing the library. There were just too many complaints about her. Louisa is a mean bitch and that's okay. With her husband Robert Lockley resting in his grave, what is Louisa to do?
Louisa was sitting at home watching TV when she got an unexpected message from a former student at Brockton Community College. At first, Louisa started to delete the message because its sender was not one of her favorite people. Sylvain Etienne was one of the students who complained about Louisa during her library days and even though he graduated years before she got fired, she was still iffy about the whole thing. Yeah, women and their feelings, right?
"Dear Louisa, I am sorry to hear you're no longer at the Brockton Community College library, I always enjoyed your authoritarian ways," Louisa read. Shaking her head, the matronly woman read and reread the first line of the message. Sylvain Etienne certainly had a way with words. Louisa certainly remembered the big and tall young black man who always at a computer near the back of the library. Louisa knew that Sylvain had to be watching porn or doing something illicit but she could never catch him. Yeah, they had a fun cat and mouse game for a while...
"You were a problematic but cute guy," Louisa said, smiling to herself as she continued reading Sylvain's message. He went on and on, praising her for being good at her job and having a low tolerance for bullshit. Louisa smiled more and more. She always thought that Sylvain hated her but truth be told, the young man appreciated her hard work. Every hero or heroine needs a good villain and Louisa has often been the villainess in many people's stories. As Louisa neared the end of the message, what she read almost shocked her. Almost.
"Why Femdom Is Good For You is the title of my new work of erotic fiction," Sylvain wrote. Louisa gasped and then grinned. A cursory search revealed that the book was real and being sold in bookstores. In the blurb about the novel, what was stated absolutely stunned Louisa. The novel purported to be about a steamy romance and kinky affair between a middle-aged, bossy white female professor and a headstrong young black man. Upon reading that last bit, Louisa had to laugh. Did she inspire Sylvain? Perhaps, perhaps not. Worth investigating nonetheless...
"We should talk," Louisa wrote back to Sylvain, and she also included her phone number. A couple of hours later, Louisa received a call from Sylvain. The deep, masculine voice on the other line seemed cheerful. Louisa chuckled as Sylvain greeted her, and what followed was a ninety-minute conversation which surprised them both. It seemed that the naughty young man that Louisa remembered had morphed into a worldly gentleman. Sylvain Etienne had several college degrees, and was a successful author as well as the owner of a small restaurant. The man was doing well for himself.
"I'd love to invite you for dinner," Sylvain said, and Louisa quickly accepted. The matronly white woman felt giddy with excitement at the prospect of a nice dinner with a charming young man. Two days later, Louisa met Sylvain at the prestigious Tamboo restaurant on Main Street in downtown Brockton. The chic, Haitian-owned restaurant was located within walking distance of the Brockton Main Library, one of Louisa's favorite haunts from back in the day.
"Hello, handsome," Louisa said as Sylvain met her at the gates of Tamboo restaurant. Now in his thirties, Sylvain looked damn good in a red silk shirt, blue silk pants and black Timberland shoes, a habit from his college days. Louisa wore a white blouse and dark gray capri pants, with platform sandals. Dolled up to the nines and perfumed, Louisa looked damn good. From the way Sylvain looked her up and down, Louisa could tell that he liked what he saw. He took her hand, kissed it and then ushered her into the restaurant.
As Louisa and Sylvain dined on fine Haitian foods, including griot meat with white rice, brown bean sauce and fried plantain, the two bantered like old friends. Louisa was amused when Sylvain admitted to watching Femdom Porn from his favorite computer located at the back of the Brockton Community College library. Sylvain smiled at Louisa the way a hungry wolf looks at a rival coyote or a bear. Louisa flashed an equally hungry smile at Sylvain. Bad apples know other bad apples and game recognizes game. After finishing their dinner, they left the restaurant and went for a walk around the City of Champions. Brockton beckoned, and the unusual couple went on the prowl...
"This feels nice," Sylvain said to Louisa as they walked toward Warren Ave, after leaving Main Street. Folks stared at the young black man and the older white woman as they walked through the streets of Brockton, hand in hand. They walked up Forrest Avenue and then came to Ash Street. Sylvain led Louisa to a two-story white house with a white picket fence surrounding a huge backyard with a pool. Louisa was pleasantly surprised when Sylvain declared the place to be his not so humble abode.
