One fine day in the winter of 1998, Boston-based Haitian American businessman Elias Mathurin left the wealth management firm of Bernstein & Hammersmith, located on Boylston Street and headed home a bit early. Six feet two inches tall, athletic and dark-skinned, and clad in a dark gray business suit, Elias looked like he meant business. Riding the Silver Line Train from South Station, Boston, to Brockton took less than half an hour. Arriving at the Bat Center in Brockton, Elias caught a cab and headed to the Ashes neighborhood in the City of Brockton's West Side. After giving the cabbie a big tip, Elias stepped out and looked at his stately mansion. Home sweet home at last.
The Ashes neighborhood, located within walking distance of local schools and the Brockton Public Library, is quietly affluent, just the way Elias liked it. The City of Brockton has been the Mathurin family's home for decades. Elias parents Eugene and Suzanne Mathurin moved there from their hometown of Quartier Morin, northern Haiti, ages ago. Elias remembered the pride he felt when he and his wife Sylvie bought the mansion a decade ago. They were one of three black families in the otherwise lilywhite neighborhood. That's considered progress in the great State of Massachusetts...
Earlier that day, Elias wowed his boss, the wealth management firm's co-founder Ezekiel Bernstein by signing up Fysher Industries, the client they'd been after for a long time. While everyone at the firm and around the country was riveted on the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, Elias worked hard and played hard. In the end, Elias got a promotion and a pat on the back. He was already making six figures but an additional forty grand a year was nothing to sneeze at. Nearly two decades after graduating from UMass-Amherst, Elias was starting to enjoy the good life. He couldn't wait to share the good news with his wife, schoolteacher Sylvie Connors-Mathurin. She always talked about adding a pool in the backyard, and now they could finally afford it...
Elias opened the door, and found his dog Harriet sleeping in a corner. The little dog, a Jack Russell Terrier and chihuahua mix, got up and greeted her master. Elias took a packet of beef jerky from his pocket and poured the contents on Harriet's bowl. The little dog happily wolfed down the food, wagging her tail excitedly. Elias patted the dog on the head, and then headed upstairs. He knew that his wife Sylvie was home because her bright red Hyundai Sonata was parked in the driveway. Elias didn't drive much, and he and Sylvie shared the car from time to time.
"Hmm, she must be upstairs," Elias said to himself as he took off his shoes, and then headed upstairs. There were sounds coming from upstairs, and it didn't sound like the television or the computer. Elias frowned, wondering what Sylvie was up to. He continued up the stairs, and then headed for the master bedroom. He walked past the bedroom of his son Allain, who was away at boarding school. Taking a deep breath, Elias braced himself for what was to come. He pushed the master bedroom door open...and got the surprise of a lifetime.
"Elias, have you ever heard of knocking?" Sylvie said, shaking her head as Elias stormed into the room like a soldier on a battlefield. Elias froze, stunned by what he was beholding. Sylvie was not alone. Elias was quite shocked to see his best friend Antoine Jean-Baptiste with his wife Sylvie, and they were doing some very sinful things. Antoine was on all fours, face down and ass up, and Sylvie was fucking him with a strap-on dildo. What in the actual fuck?
