Walking may have proved beyond me at that point, but sleeping I could do.Jackpot! Almost as soon as I closed my eyes I felt Angela's fear and pain. I ...ound her in a little room with no windows or doors, huddled naked in the corner, crying softly. The wave of sympathy was almost instantly wiped out as intense rage washed over me. It took a few seconds but I managed to set the rage aside as Rebecca had taught me, I just shoved it into the little box I had created for it and tried to think.This. To mje bolte…Tune kaam krke rkha islie ungiyan ghuseedi hai…Vrna to ye ladki ka danda ghusadeta tere andar..Ye bolke..Ek hi jhatke mai apni ungliyan nikal bhi dii or mje zameen pe girra dia…Amit sir ne mje bina thae neech jukkar mere gale pe dog collar pehna dia..Orr bola..“Chalo hmarii kuttiya tayyar hgyi hai chudne k lie”Ankit sir bole..”ye randi bht maze krne walii hai aajj”Sab hasne lage…Mje bola gya ki kuttiya kitarah 4 pairo par baithna hai oor mere collar kidoori anil sir k haath mai. The cell phone thrummed a low note against his thigh. Nearly dropping it when he extracted it from his tight denim pocket, dismay etched guiltily on his visage. Mom. He silenced the hum with a press on the green button."I know. I'm sorry. I'm fine. You? How's dad? Good. That's good. Unh-hunh. Unh-hunh. Probably not. I just started. I think so. Yeah. I'll ask my boss, but ... No, but I'm meeting with him tomorrow so I can ... I hope so. I'm not worried. Yeah. You're biased. But I know there's a. ”“So what do I do about Samantha?”“Nothing to mess up my relationship with her. I’d try to avoid upsetting her dad, but he more or less leaves her alone. I doubt you’ll see him unless she wants you to.”“What would mess things up?”“Being a jerk. Be nice to her, and it’ll all be cool.”“And what does THAT mean?” I asked.“What all girls consider being nice - doing what they want!”I laughed and shook my head in amazement, and we both went back to our respective desks. The rest of the morning was.