The next day Mr. Raj called me and informed me about my mom’s first customer who are three rich young guys of my age then she got ready and she wear...ed a “black burqa” which is d usual wear of Muslims. We got a taxi and reached the place where Raj asked us to come, Murray welcomed us and he got amazed seeing my mom’s figure and murmured in my ears that “your mom is so sexy than I expected and she can earn 10,000 rs per day” then he asked about burqa and I explained him that I didn’t disclosed. Standing there was Amy with tears in her eyes. No words were said as Jack walked up to meet her. They embraced and held each other for a long time. Knowing it was the right thing to do Jack whipped the tears from her eyes and gave her a kiss. "I wasn't sure if you would come or not. Not many guys would be willing to give up free association for a long term commitment with no sex added to the card", Amy hugged Jack as hard as she could while saying this. All he could do was hold her, and make. Her unkempt jet-black hair hung menacingly across her mascara-ringed eyes. The only jewellery she wore was a necklace of filigree silver depicting a cobweb, in the centre of which a large black spider was devouring a yellow bee.The woman’s complexion was a deathly white, made more menacing by an ugly Z-shaped scar down one cheek. The lips of her down-turned mouth were blood red and slightly parted to reveal two fearsome incisors, and her red-painted nails were more like miniature talons.“And. It was 'just' a dream, remember, but I'd often felt guilty that my relatives had actually owned other human beings! Sure, the Civil War had left the largely unrepentant South devastated for generations (and in some places it had never fully recovered), but defeated, or not, many Southerners didn't feel sorry for their history of slave ownership. I did, however.Back to the dream---In it, I'd received a letter in the mail informing me that as a Southern white male, and who's ancestors had been.