“Your parents were telling me how the community here thinks of caste. I did not tell them, but actually they are stuck in the eighties. In Sri Lanka...we have moved on. The rebels did not believe in caste, and did a lot to stamp it out.”“Really?”“The rebel leaders were karaiyar, like you. You know that your people started out as mercenaries, right? It was the Sinhalese kings who paid for them to come from India. But the karaiyar are not the highest caste, they are the second highest,” said. I was just so embarrassed I sat back in my chair staring into my near empty pint glass with my cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment. I was staring at the exit door terrified to even glance at the lady sitting just a few tables away. I was just waiting for my moment and then I was going to make for the elevator. But then just as I was about to leave she stood up from her chair as if to leave but instead of heading for the exit door she made a beeline for my table glass of wine in hand.. Plus, the beaches were nice.The Latino guys were still relatively young - both being 23 years old. They were driving along the highway in the silver 2013 Nissan Juke with their pug, China, in the backseat. The five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-pound, wheat-colored, effeminate Gabriel turned to his bestie and declared, “Playo, I’m so horny. I hope it’s some niccas where we’re going.”Fabrici looked over from driver seat to reply, “Me too. It’s a smaller town, right. But there’s brothas. At the same time, there was a knock at the door. Whoever it was knocked and walked right in. The person yelled out, “Ray? Rachel?” Rachel responded, “In the bedroom Sal”! Sal was in his mid-twenties and a good friend of Ray and Rachel’s. Sal was a white guy and was also a competing bodybuilder. He was younger than Ray but about the same height. Sal had a more sinewy and vascular body. He had long shoulder length black hair and his body was shaved and hairless like Ray’s because of their.