M.I.L.F. - Excerpt
Bettina I met Tiger when I was twenty-one. He was only thirteen at the time; the same age I was when I had my first child – Wyclef, ‘Clef’ for short. Tiger, which is actually his real name, by the way, was always mature for his age. He seemed to have more sense than the rest of his peers, was studious, focused, and already knew what he wanted to do with his life at a young age. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to have him befriend my son. Clef was eight at the time, a bit of a wild child like his father, and in terrible need of a positive male role model. I didn’t care if that role model came in the form of a big brother figure or a father figure. I just wanted my son to have living proof that all men weren’t dogs like his good-for-nothing daddy. After impregnating me the night I lost my virginity, Clef’s father pretty much didn’t want anything else to do with me. He was only three years older than me and had no intentions of being tied down so young. Nor was he keen on assu...