The old man was handed the rope. He jerked the rope and lead her away just as if she was a dog. She was ordered to get into the back of a wagon. There...was four others slaves, each chained by the ankle to a hook in the bottom of the wagon. Jamal was chained like the rest. The wagon was driven by a old white hair slave. He told them to sing as the old master was close behind in his fine carriage. As they sang, he told them was was to happen to them.The old master had bought them for his grandson.. I'll add an ice cube." While they sipped their cocktail, Abby removed her blouse. "Help me out of my bra, Mr. Chaudhary." He unhooked the clasp and let the garment fall to the floor. He couldn't resist touching her breasts and fondling them for a few minutes. "Can you play music here?" she asked. "I want to dance naked for you like I was part of your harem." "You have a great imagination, Abby." He turned and put on a disc that sounded like music played on a sitar. It was perfect for dancing.. "Did you?" Yeah." Sarah answered from nowhere, like disembodied voice echoing around me. "You think they'll adopt you?"That's exactly what I didn't want to think about and Sarah knew better. I wondered if she was trying to hurt me. I mean, they must have been comparing us, me and Sarah, maybe just with each other, maybe with some other girls we didn't know. I didn't answer; I just listened to Sarah pee and looked at myself in the mirror."Kimmie's gonna get adopted," Sarah said, flushing the. ” “What?” I cried. “I’m sorry,” he said and they turned to leave. Sam nodded his thank you and closed the door. We stared at each other for a long moment. Then it happened. I lost it. “No!” I shouted. “No! It can’t be true! How can they be dead?” Sam grabbed me and shook me. “Chris, calm down.” “Calm down!” I cried. “My parents are dead and I’m supposed to be calm?” I shoved him away and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed my baseball and hurled it across the room. It.