This is a story that begins with a wonderful relationship between a father and daughter. It was going to be something completely different and have very little sex. Unfortunately, the characters are what they are. A hormonal daughter, a father with a low opinion of himself and a mother who's found herself searching for whatever elusive thing has been missing from her life. And damned if it doesn't quietly pull in facets from my favorite universe...
The man's world of the Jamaica sugar cane plantation of 1825. A plantation owner besot with a fourteen-year-old boy slave. His fourteen-year-old son guided by an indoctrinated sixteen-year-old. A homosexual sex cult of studly and randy slaves on the mountain and their full-moon initiation ritual. And the biggest black bull independent slave of them all in heat for deflowering fourteen-year-olds. How could that stew of elements play out?