How It All Started [continued]

In 1992 I was working for a large corporation (huge is more like it) with thousands of employees. I worked at the headquarters, a huge building with robot mail trains running through the immensely long corridors and vast parking lots on the periphery. Naturally, since so many people were concentrated in the same place, there was an abundance of gorgeous women working there, a candy shop for one obsessed by the beauty of women, especially black women, like me. I used to park my car each morning at 7 a.m. right across from an enchanting black woman who arrived at the same time each day and parked hers opposite mine. (A nice sociological study could probably be cooked up by examining why people choose particular parts of a large parking lot to park their cars in. One good example: Me. "I park here because Yvette parks here, and I love to look at her.") She had long, flowing black hair, and dark skin and turned out to be an accountant with two children, a husband who also worked for the company though in another location, and a total lack of interest in anything more than a trivial 'office' friendship with me.

Her name was Yvette. If you have read much of Laura's Story you can see where this was leading. I couldn't have this real Yvette, of course; not in the way I wanted to have her. But lots of corporate cog-in-the-wheel jobs leave you with time on your hands and are also occasionally so boring or repetitive that you need some other stimulation to keep you from going into the bathroom and opening your veins. And so, I began noodling away in my cubicle on the Laura story. I began with Karen because I had seen pictures of her in a 'man's magazine' and couldn't get the image of her incredible naked breasts out of my mind. Actually, I had no thought of Yvette at this time, and now I realize that I was skirting the issue in my subconscious by focusing on other sexual targets, fantasy girls from magazines (both Karen and Rina).