On the morning that Theodore Jacques got hired by the Ontario Provincial Police as a Constable, the thirty-year-old Carleton University grad and aspiring policeman had one hundred and eighty dollars sitting in his RBC bank account. He'd just paid his rent, eight days into the month of September. The grueling interview process had taken weeks, and the Ontario provincial police's human resources department had gone through Theo's background with a fine-toothed comb.
For a black man living in Canada, it's probably easier to win the lottery than to join the field of law enforcement. Canadian law enforcement officials are allergic to the idea of racial diversity, and it shows in their hiring practices. Theodore Jacques moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, with his parents, Mireille and Mathieu Jacques more than a decade ago. The Jacques family fled the island of Haiti a few years before the Quake. Theodore Jacques fell in love with the Canadian Capital, and decided that he would become a cop.
Theodore Jacques strongly believed in his dream, and it propelled him through five years in the Criminology program at Carleton University. Theodore graduated with honors, and then tried to get into the Ontario Police College. For years and years, they refused him, because, even though he had Canadian citizenship, he hadn't been in the country long enough to get secret and reliability clearance. Canada is funny like that, they know how to block minorities at every turn.
Theodore bided his time, and continued to work, while believing in his dream. He got a lot of experience working security, and even befriended some corrections officers and police officers. After gaining valuable insight into the world of law enforcement, Theodore finally got accepted into the Ontario Police College. After completing his training and getting his Basic Constable License, Theodore applied to the Ontario provincial police. Much to his amazement, the OPP finally replied to him.
"I'm in," Theodore said to his reflection, as he stood in the washroom of his tiny apartment located in Vanier. A six-foot-one, burly black man with a close shave, and a buzz cut stared back at him. After working menial jobs ranging from Walmart shelf stocker to security guard, from store clerk to cleaner, Theodore was finally where he wanted to be. Life was finally looking up. If only the rest of Theo's life was as orderly...
Theodore was about to brush his teeth when his answering machine picked up another unwanted phone call. This time it wasn't the collection agency harassing him for his unpaid MBNA Mastercard, or Hydro Ottawa demanding that he honor a recent payment agreement. Nope, today's unwanted phone call came from Louis Henderson, a certain bisexual Jamaican gentleman whom Theodore made the mistake of getting involved with.
"Theo, come on, it's me, I miss you, I told you, it's over between Nancy and me," came Louis deep baritone voice, and Theodore rolled his eyes. Theodore tried not to think about Louis and his muscular body, and that long and thick cock of his. Louis, the dark-skinned, macho Jamaican stud was well-endowed and he damn well knew how to use it. Louis and Theodore had some good times, but it was time to move on.
The life of a bisexual black man is seldom easy, especially since the black community hates switch-hitters with a passion. The same black women who staunchly support effeminate gay black men have a die-hard hatred of masculine black men who swing both ways. Theodore had bad experiences with both women and men, and at the moment, the aspiring policeman was practicing celibacy, thank you very much.
"Theo, you bitch, who do you think you are? My affair with you cost me everything, the least you could do is make it worth my while," Louis whined on the phone. Theodore was about to turn it off when, blessedly, the answering message turned itself off. Theodore grinned, saved by the machine, as it were. The world is full of men like Louis Henderson, who never take responsibility for their actions. What a bunch of losers.
When Theodore Jacques met Louis, Theodore was attending a certain Haitian Adventist Church in downtown Ottawa pretty regularly. Theodore was interested in a tall, sexy young Haitian woman named Mina Jean-Paul, and really wanted to make things work with her. Mina was cute, with a great body and a nice ass. At the time, Theodore was halfway through the Criminology program at Carleton University, and Mina was studying political science at nearby Saint Paul University. They had the makings of a power couple, and looked good together.
