“You can’t take James from me.”William turned to look at the woman who I decided was James’ mother, Martha, and then back at me. “Name your ...rice,” he bellowed.“Not for sale.”“Every slave is for sale for the right price. Now name your price.”“What didn’t you understand when I said he wasn’t for sale?”“I insist you sell him to me. Now name your damn price.”“You won’t take no for an answer then?”“No I won’t.”“Will you pay any price I require?”Martha was crying in the background as this was going. He paused to look in the mirror and adjust his cap. He looked the part, he admitted to himself. Okay, let's go make Stephanie's fantasy happen.Surprisingly, the sleek black limousine drove like a dream. It wasn't hard to turn, but parking it would be a problem. Darren had to make a stop to fill the bar in the back. He put in two bottles of champagne, three of white wine and one of rum. He added two six-packs of diet coke, half a dozen bottles of water, and some of Stephanie's favorite cheeses. Ngoc is very talented. Hands?"I showed her my hands and she got her approval."Are you actually reading that?" No," I laughed, "I'm a pain slut not a sissy." You won't be spending much time with me if you cannot be less vulgar." Ah. Right. Sorry." She was stuck sitting with her finger spread under a heat lamp. "Can I get you anything?" No. About tonight. Amanda will be attending with Foster who is her fiancé — despite the behavior you witnessed from her. He is black. I trust you have no racial. Ab jab main ghar lauta to uske baare main hee soch raha tha aur bhagwan se mana raha tha ki is ko mujhe chodne ka mauka de do.Teen char din baad ek din maine apne dost ko bataya ki main agle hafte mumbai ja raha hun aur char din baad lautooga to wo bola chalo yaar tune meri problem solve kar dee.maine poocha kya to wo bola yaar neha ka ek exam tha mumbai main aur ha koi ja nahi paa rahe the chal ab wo tere saath chali jaayegi.mujhe to jaise muh maangi murad mil gayi thi.maine kaha ok yaar tu.