David looked on at William and experienced the deepest envy. William appeared the sexiest man David had ever seen, although that was in part the knowledge that just before he had been smooth-talking Bill. David was not gay: he did not want to have William, he wanted to be William, or at least just like him.
What was more, this transformation was meant to be a punishment for Bill’s racism, instead he was an irresistibly virile stud. David considered making him a good for nuthin’, cotton pickin’, water melon suckin’… David bit his mental tongue in internal embarrassment before he could even think the unthinkable word. Well he could make William a bit older, fatter and dumber and no harm done, then he, David, could be the handsome black man in uniform.
But then David thought, all these ethnic minorities in subservient positions only reinforced the institutional racism the former Bill and Tim had voiced. What was needed was a non-white in a position of authority. If the current (2009) occupant of the Oval Office could do it, then why not (a considerably moiré built) version in David’s firm.
David saw a choice for himself, either the security stud, maybe for a day, or an Afro American executive. What was it to be?