Jeremy Saint-Hilaire toiled away while making repairs to the basement of the Orangeville Seventh-Day Adventist Temple on that fateful Sunday afternoon. The church was closed, which is understandable since Seventh Day Adventists worship on Saturdays and not on Sundays. The six-foot-tall, wiry and dark-skinned young Haitian man wondered for the umpteenth time why he volunteered to make those damn repairs. There were two other guys who also volunteered, Joe and Jean-Michel, but both cancelled because they had other commitments. This left Jeremy to do the work alone, and with Sister Rosie Etienne supervising.
Sister Rosie cleaned the church pews while Jeremy made repairs to the doors and windows. Watching the young Haitian man work was affecting Sister Rosie in all kinds of ways. The fifty-something Haitian woman, a widowed mother of two, hadn't had any action since her husband Rupert Etienne died in an industrial accident. As a result of that, Sister Rosie turned to her church and her faith for comfort. Sister Rosie was doing well until her oldest son Gregoire moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to attend Algonquin College with his girlfriend Maricela and her daughter Emilie moved to the City of Toronto to be with her fiancé Dwight. What's a lonely Haitian widow to do?
A woman has her needs, and Sister Rosie, a proud scion of the Haitian Canadian church, is no exception. After buying a ton of sex toys and porn videos, masturbation simply didn't cut it for Sister Rosie. The mature Haitian lady was horny as can be. Something's got to give. Sister Rosie knows that a lot of the old Haitian guys in the church want a piece of her but she has no intention of going to bed with anyone close to retirement age. Sister Rosie has always had a thing for younger men. Hell, Siter Rosie's late husband Rupert Etienne was almost a decade younger than her when they met. Some black women like younger black men and it's a beautiful thing. Sister Rosie wouldn't change her preferences even if she could...
"I could be at home, watching the NFL," Jeremy muttered to himself as he fixed the doors and windows. The Orangeville Seventh-Day Adventist church was the oldest black church in the province of Ontario. A lot of black Canadian history took place in the old building. Jeremy, whose parents, George and Marianne Saint-Hilaire moved to Orangeville, Ontario, in the late 1990s, has a lot of respect for black Canadian history and the role that Haitian Canadians have played in it. It's just too bad that Jeremy happens to attend a church full of lazy brothers who won't lend a hand to repair the place when needed. Flat leavers are a dastardly breed...
"Jeremy, I've got something for you," Sister Rosie said, and the tall, chubby and dark-skinned Haitian woman walked out of the pews and towards the windows. Jeremy stood on a ladder and was fixing the topmost window when Sister Rosie apparently startled him. Thankfully, the brother maintained his composure. Smiling, Sister Rosie offered Jeremy some of the nice cool lemonade which she prepared in the church basement. As a major driving force in the lives of black folks living in Orangeville, Ontario, the church had everything they needed. There were fully stocked fridges and kitchens in the church basement, and that's just for starters...
