Chapter 1
Edi lay back on the bed, leaning against the wall and pulled Mel to make her sprawl between his thighs as stroked her long hair.
Trish sat on the armrest of the couch, rubbing her legs together, looking and feeling very horny and pissed.
Val sat back in the couch, mighty aroused, but somehow pleased that her stoned daughter was no longer pissed at her and Trish, and also that she and her husband seemed to have at least left the warpath.
"Well, Momma, tell us how you came to fuck my man!" Mel asked.
"Oh Mel, it was your fault! You were always telling me what wonderful sex the two of you were having, when you knew that your father and I were no longer all that intimate!" Val shrugged. "What did you expect, telling me how big and beautiful he was, and how often you did it, and how wonderful it felt!"
"So, it got you all horny like a fucking slut huh!" Mel teased. "Well, go on and tell us."
"Well, remember when you came to visit the first time? Remember all the Drama before."
"Why are you Americans always so funny when it comes to blacks. I mean, you have black people here in America, don't you?" Edi asked his mom in law. "And they are always on TV, all those singers and sports stars and actors..."
"Yes, but we are sort of separated. You know that." Val said. "Anyway, it was like..."
Five Years Earlier
Mel's parents, Val and Richard had always considered themselves to be liberal; they were both college educated, and well read.
However, when Mel first informed them that she was dating a black guy, from Africa, Val and Richard's tolerance was tested to the limit. Val's stomach turned with anxiety. She panicked, thinking, "Good grief!" He husband was livid at Mel's "willful stupidity", but Val was sick with concern for her daughter.
They had a small black community in town, but they lived in parallel worlds. Amongst whites, one referred to them as moonies or shoe shine boys. Blacks only came around to take care of some chores. One was civil and polite to them, conversation was reduced to the bare necessity, and that was that. Separation of races had always been the norm.
Val had grown up listening to black soul music and she still did. In her mind, blacks were very musical, good at singing and dancing, and generally good humored, but otherwise, well... Their neighborhood was far from affluent. They were on the lowest social scale, even lower than the rednecks who lived in trailers. And it had to be their fault. Why hadn't they managed to elevate themselves since slavery was abolished.
In Val's opinion, Africans were even lower than the Black Americans, the homeless and the winos. Val had heard many things about Africa, and none of them good. Images of war, and starving little children with big bellies, flies buzzing around their faces came to mind.
Val could just not imagine what had possessed her daughter to date an African. The anxious white Momma called Mel and tried to talk her out of her stupidity. Initially, Mel tried to ease her worries.
"He is a wonderful guy Momma, he really loves and makes me so happy. You will love him when you meet him," she told her mum.
"Listen Mel, you are breaking up with him immediately!" Val said firmly.
"No, come on Momma. Don't judge him before you meet him!"
"I don't want to meet him. This is just not acceptable Mel. This is not for you! Break up with him. Just do it!"
"But you don't even know him!"
"I know all I need to about those people. Its over Mel!"
"Ah ah. It aint!"
"It is Mel. Don't get me upset, please! You can find yourself a real man! Come on child!"
"Say, Momma, have you joined the Clan!"
"Mel, I will not have you talking like that to me! Dump him right now. End this nonsense! Are you trying to embarrass us?"
"You know what momma, go to hell!" Mel hung up.
Mel's father, James, was really pissed with their rebellious, impulsive, stubborn daughter and called for decisive action. He called Mel to have a strong word with her.
"Hell Mel, I didn't not raise you to become a, a, a..."
"Why don't you just say it papa, n*** whore! Well, I am one now, what the hell you gonna do about it?" After her talk with her mum, Mel was on the war path!
"Gottdammit Mel, I will not have you talking to me like that!"
"And I will not have you talking like that about my man!"
"Listen Mel, if you wanna be stubborn, then I am not paying your tuition!"
"What!"
"You heard me right Mel, if you are gonna be stubborn..."
"Alright, listen Papa, I am going to work in a strip club if I have to. But I am not breaking up with my boyfriend. And you know what, have fun with the Clan, Mr. Grand Dragon!"
Mel slammed the phone down. Her father was pissed. He almost considered jumping into his car, driving all the way over to put her across his knee and spank her, and then drag her ass home. And if her funny black guy tried to interfere, he would take Mr 44 along. Val talked him out of his stupid idea.
Feeling desperate, Val enlisted the help of Mel's elder sister Trish, thinking maybe she could get through to her sibling. Val sat next to Trish, listening in on the speakerphone as the two sisters spoke.