"Reveye ou, bel fanm, wake up pretty lady," Marianne Joseph said to her slumbering partner, Geraldine Marcelin. It was Saturday, and after a long week of work as a member of the Haitian National Police, Geraldine Marcelin was hoping to sleep in. Marianne is a morning person and Geraldine is definitely not. Groaning, Geraldine mumbled something under her breath and looked at Marianne. What the fuck is wrong with this bitch? Geraldine wondered, though she worked up a smile as she gazed at Marianne.

"Ba mwen la pe, se samedi li ye, leave me alone, it's Saturday," Geraldine grumbled at Marianne, and she buried her face in her pillow. Marianne sat up and looked at Geraldine, who was trying hard to get back to sleep. In the commune of Fort Saint Michel, northern Haiti, the sun had risen, but Geraldine did not feel like greeting it. Marianne, who'd spent ages as a maid in the house of the affluent Mathieu family, was used to getting up early. Certain habits were hard to break...

Marianne patted Geraldine's gorgeous bum, and then got up and headed out of the bedroom, and toward the kitchen down the hall. She began preparing breakfast, consisting of buttered bread, avocados she'd purchased the day before, and of course, two steamy cups of overly sugared coffee, prepared in the Haitian style. Marianne sat at the table and waited for the delicious scent of the food to work its way throughout the house.

"Bonjour, Adele, kijan ou ye? Good morning, Adele, how are you?" Marianne said softly, gently rubbing the dog's head. Adele had woken up, unlike her mistress, and was now begging Marianne for some scraps. Marianne got up and took some meat from the pantry, and threw a couple of large pieces to Adele, who promptly wolfed it down. The dog wagged her tail in contentment, and Marianne grinned. At least someone appreciates an early riser...

Geraldine lay in bed, but although her eyes were closed, she was not sleeping. The previous week at work was hell. First, in her capacity as a patrol supervisor with the Haitian National Police, Geraldine ran into some difficulties. A new officer named Marc Lapointe made a point of challenging her authority, and Geraldine ended up ripping him a new one, right in front of everyone at the casern. Second of all, the entire Haitian National Police was on alert for a new kind of Zinglendo, mountainside bandits who made their living by robbing travelers all over Haiti. They were the bane of the tourism industry...

Yeah, Geraldine was not having a good time. As one of a few female members of the Haitian National Police, she had her hands full both with the bad guys and her own colleagues. Progress has always been a slow process in certain institutions on the island of Haiti, and policing appears to be one of them. Geraldine's father, former Haitian Armed Forces member Gerald Marcelin raised her to be stoic, but the young Haitian policewoman was not made of steel...

When Geraldine asked Marianne to move in with her a few weeks ago, she hadn't been fully prepared for how much her life would change. As a single lesbian, Geraldine was considered an oddity both at work and in her personal life. The island of Haiti is deeply conservative, and for the most part, LGBT people are closeted. It's not like in America or Canada where gays, lesbians and bisexuals run around doing their own thing, without fear or shame. In Haiti, one of the worst insults a person could use against a man is the term Masisi, which meant fag in Haitian Creole. There was another derogatory term for women who sleep with other women, and that term is Madivinez.

As a tall, athletic yet curvy Haitian woman with short hair and a fondness for contact sports, and a complete lack of sexual interest in men, Geraldine Marcelin grew up hearing the term Madivinez. Some of the young Haitian women Geraldine grew up with would hurl the term at her when she would play soccer with their boyfriends and their brothers. Sometimes, some young Haitian men would hurl the term at Geraldine when she declined their advances. Fortunately for Geraldine, her family was totally accepting. In fact, her biggest supporter was her father...

"Geraldine, tu es differente, mais tu seras toujours ma fille, you are different but you will always be my daughter," Gerald Marcelin told her, the day she came home in tears after receiving one insult too many at school. Geraldine hugged her father fiercely, and the tall, dark-skinned and silver-haired, normally taciturn former military man felt something inside of him break. Every father wants to protect his daughter from the world. As the father of a lesbian daughter on the island of Haiti, Gerald would fight for his dear Geraldine, but he couldn't be everywhere...

"Papa, ils me detestent sans me connaitre, Father, they hate me without knowing me," Geraldine said, and Gerald nodded, and promised her it would be alright. Geraldine and her father went for a walk around their hometown of Fort Saint Michel, which had its own charm, though it lacked the size and opulence of major cities like Port-Au-Prince and Cap-Haitien. Geraldine grew up playing soccer with the local fellas on these very streets, and the local park was where she shared her first kiss with her first girlfriend, a lovely Dominican gal named Monica. Geraldine is a Haitian woman through and true, must she be alienated because of her sexuality?

Geraldine smiled at the memory of her father comforting her. After the encounter with the haters at school, Gerald Marcelin showed up at school and demanded to speak with the director. He gave the poor man hell over how his daughter was being treated. The island of Haiti was founded on the principles of equality and as a military man, Gerald Marcelin upheld and defended those very principles. From that day forward, Geraldine's teachers made sure that nothing happened to her. They corrected the school bullies quite harshly. They might not like Geraldine's tomboyish ways, but they were afraid of her father. The man retired from the Haitian military but still had friends in high places and carried a gun!

Finally rising from bed, Geraldine yawned and stretched, then headed to the kitchen. She was topless, her breasts hanging freely, and she wore a pair of neon-blue boxers. She found Marianne seated at the kitchen table, patting Adele on the head. As her mistress arrived, the dog barked happily and wagged her tail. Geraldine patted Adele on the head, and made a mental note to feed her and walk her before tending to her other errands. She looked at Marianne, who looked gorgeous in a white bra and matching panties which contrasted nicely against her curvaceous body and contrasted nicely against her dark skin...

"Good morning sexy," Geraldine said, and Marianne grinned as she drew near, and leaned in for a kiss. The two young Haitian women kissed passionately. Last night, tired though Geraldine had been, she'd made passionate love with Marianne, who'd been celebrating getting her first paycheque from the local Western Union Office where she worked. Marianne slid her tongue down Geraldine's throat and grabbed her ass, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Your ass looks mesmerizing in them shorts," Marianne said, and Geraldine almost blushed. A lot of people think that femmes are soft and sweet while masculine women, whether labeled tomboys, butches, or whatever, are bossy and domineering. Geraldine never subscribed to gender stereotypes. As far as the young Haitian tomboy was concerned, stereotypes were without basis in reality. Any woman can hold a hammer, or do "guy" things, and any man could knit or be sensitive or do stereotypically "gal" things. People ought to stop letting society's labels stop them from doing their thing...

"You're just horny," Geraldine replied, laughing, and she kissed Marianne once more, and somehow, they ended up on the cool wooden floor. Geraldine could not remember getting her shorts off, but somehow, Marianne planted her face firmly in her crotch and began eating her pussy. Never one to pass up a good thing, Geraldine relaxed and enjoyed what Marianne was doing to her. She gently caressed her lover's neck as Marianne ate her pussy. Hmm, talk about a way to start the day...

"Cum for me," Marianne said as she flicked her tongue over Geraldine's clit, causing her favorite Haitian tomboy to moan. Geraldine shuddered violently as Marianne thrust two fingers into her pussy then added a third for good measure. Marianne continued to work her magic over Geraldine and didn't let up until her lover cried out, orgasmic. Marianne flashed Geraldine a wicked grin as she thrashed wildly and screamed. Still got the magic touch, Marianne thought with satisfaction.

"What's on the agenda for the day?" Geraldine asked as she ate her breakfast, after thanking Marianne of course. Marianne sat there, looking gorgeous as she leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed, her thick thighs looking so damn enticing to Geraldine, who loved every inch of her. Geraldine slid her hand under the table, and between Marianne's thighs, causing the other woman to jerk awkwardly. Geraldine grinned and slid her fingers into Marianne's pussy, after sliding her panties to the side...

"Hmm, I was thinking we should go shopping, and then maybe visit your father, oh, and by the way, keep your hand where it is," Marianne said, matter-of-factly, as she pretended to read Haiti Progres, the popular socio-political newspaper. Geraldine fingered Marianne's pussy, then decided to do her one better. Geraldine went under the table, getting on all fours as she made a beeline for Marianne's wide open thighs. A naughty grin spread across Marianne's lovely face as Geraldine began eating her sweet pussy...

Much later, the two young Haitian women took a shower together in the courtyard by the well, and then got dressed. They got in Geraldine's Jeep, and drove through the battered streets of stoic, resilient metropolitan Fort Saint Michel. Marianne looked out at the city as they drove through the streets. There were people everywhere, going about their day. The recent economic reforms were slow to trickle in certain urban areas, and it looked like the Haitian government was focusing on fixing Port-Au-Prince and Cap-Haitien. 1996 was turning out to be a tough year for the island of Haiti...

After doing some shopping, Geraldine and Marianne headed to Bibliotheque Publique De Fort Saint Michel, which was run by Madame Nadege Poirier. Geraldine had been coming there for years, and she happily greeted the elderly librarian, a feisty Haitian lady in her sixties. Madame Poirier hugged Geraldine and then looked at Marianne, and exchanged a smile with Geraldine.

"Soyez les bienvenues a la bibliotheque, mesdames, welcome to the library, ladies," Madame Poirier said cheerfully. Marianne gave the old Haitian lady a kiss on the cheek and smiled at Geraldine. Sometimes Marianne was astonished by how many people knew and accepted Geraldine for who and what she was. The tall Haitian tomboy had no fear, but she was also charming and friendly. People responded to that. They went inside, and noticed that, with the exception of three young men browsing the comic book section and a young woman studying at a corner, the place was mostly empty.

"Salut, mesdames," came a deep masculine voice, and Gerald Marcelin appeared, looking as cool and as stylish as Hollywood actor Samuel L. Jackson, only more imposing. Geraldine smiled and hugged her father, and then nodded at Marianne, who nodded respectfully and drew near. Gerald Marcelin, ex-military man and proud father, looked at his daughter Geraldine's partner. Marianne was lovely but seemed shy, and the old Haitian man couldn't figure out why.

"Bonjour, monsieur, plaisir de vous rencontrer, good morning, sir, pleasure to meet you," Marianne said, smiling, and she happily shook Gerald Marcelin's hand. Geraldine smiled at her partner and her father, and then the three of them went to a quiet corner of the library for a quick chat. Madame Poirier gave them the key to a quiet room, reserved for student types who were studying. Geraldine Marcelin, her partner Marianne Joseph and her father Gerald had themselves a nice long chat. Nothing to see here, just a proud Haitian lesbian introducing her new lady to her supportive father, a Haitian ex-military man. Even in intolerant times and places, the good refuse to hate. It's a beautiful thing...
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