I was poking around in Shaniqua's memories and I came up with a couple of things that bother me.}{Like what?} Jude asked.Sharon gave out a big sigh an... snuggled in on my lap. {Well, first off, there is a fairly large group of people here in the bay area that are calling themselves the Aryan Majority. Shaniqua stumbled onto them by accident.}I figured I knew the answer before I asked the question, but I asked it anyway. {What is the purpose of this Aryan Majority?}{From what Shaniqua was able to. Marcie was never much one to confront anyone about anything and generally just let her boyfriends take what they wanted without objection thinking that was the payment she needed to make to keep them on a string.On the balcony above the yard, Chief Gretchen watched the new inmate adjust to life in jail and smiled when she saw her puffing on the half-cigarette like the addict she was. It had been some time since she had played with one of the new girls and this one looked like easy pickings for. "Oh don't be like that. I can remove the tattoos if you want. I mean, you're not angry with having the German flag, or MADE IN GERMANY or DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES tattooed on you, are you? I really do consider you as German as I am because you were born here and don't look any different from a white local Brunette. I mean Germans and Persians are from the same racial Aryan stock and that is more than I can say for those gooks that live below you," he said looking guilty."Those gooks were people I. He was glad he was making her so happy tonight. She deserved it, he thought, he wanted her to feel like a queen. She would be his queen. He would make it so. He would make her his bride tonight.They finished their meal and he cleared everything off the table and set it all aside. It could all be put away tomorrow. "Would you like some music, my dear?" he asked."Oh, that would be lovely!" she answered. And he walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room and put on a lovely melody for her..