Chapter 1: A Little Background

Lily---I was born in the northern part of Mississippi. My father was white and my mother black. I had one sister. My parents were overly protective of my sister and me, or so I thought. It was not until my first year in high school that I was recognized as being a genius. I was taking junior college courses when I was 14. I was not allowed to date.

My senior year, I was 15 years old at that time, I was allowed to be on the cheer team. Finally! I felt accepted by my classmates. I had no idea they were so jealous!

At a senior party just before graduation I was drugged and taken into a bedroom. This one boy had a marker, and he wrote terrible things all over my face and arms. If another classmate had not interfered, I am sure I would have been raped. This kid saved me and I never got to thank him. (That story is a chapter in a book I wrote that now, due to the new rules, will probably never be posted.)

After a short stay in the hospital, I was off to England! I had won a scholarship to Oxford University! There I quickly passed all the requirements and graduated before I was 20, then I entered medical school. My dream was to be a doctor. When I finished Medical School and was certified a doctor, I started working in a hospital in London. That’s where I met Amos Kincaid. He would ask me to marry him after a whirlwind romance.

We both wanted to do our part in helping the poor of the world and decided to join ‘Doctors Without Borders’. We put off the wedding to work in a hospital in a poor African country. It was exciting! Amos and I shared a tent in the jungle. Our days were spent treating the sick in what passed as a hospital. It was really nothing more than a thatch-covered shed with beds separated by sheets hung between them.

We showered in a ‘community’ shower. The water was piped in from a spring high on a nearby mountain and it was cold! In the shower was where I met Dr. Sally Olsen, a Pediatrician from Minneapolis, Mn. She was just what you imagine when thinking of a Swedish woman. She was tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. At 35 years old she had beautiful breasts, no sag at all! Then I noticed a small scar.

“The surgeon did an excellent job,” I said pointing to her breasts.

“A gift from my husband after the second baby.”

“You’re lucky. I’ve seen how he treats you. He really loves you.”

She laughed and said, “Jason is not my husband. My husband is an engineer back home. He is taking care of the boys while I am over here helping. Jason and I met on my first trip to Africa. He is also married. It is just that this work is so stressful. In the Congo there was a war. One night as we came under a mortar attack, I sat up in my bed paralyzed with fear. I could not move and just sat there screaming. Jason heard me and left the shelter and found me. He carried me back to the shelter and held me all night. After that he was always in my bed.”

“And your husband? Does he know about Jason and if so, is he okay with that arrangement?”

“I don’t know if ‘okay’ is the right word, but he understands and puts up with it. When I told him I was coming on this trip I also told him Jason would be here. He knows I have never cheated on him at home. It is only in Africa that I need someone to hold me at night. Someone who can protect me.”

I cannot understand that lifestyle but whatever floats your boat, I guess.

About that time this older woman walks in the shower. I know her as Brenda, Dr. Sally’s nurse.

“I heard you talking about our friend Jason. You’re not thinking about adding a ‘friend with benefits’, are you?”

She looked at me and I understood! They are both fucking Jason!

“No Lily is Dr. Kincaid’s fiancé.”

“Lucky girl, he is a catch.”

That was the only time I talked with either Dr. Sally, as she was called, or that nurse Brenda about anything personal. I found out later that Jason slept in the same tent with both women.