Black Canadians are a whole different breed. These losers seemingly have no dreams. No inner fire. No sense of pride. They are simply dull. They resen... us African-Americans for being strong, loud and outspoken. African-Americans don’t fear White men and White women. We know we’re just as good as they are. If not better. We fear no one. In fact, quite often they fear us. We constantly fight for our rights. We support our own. And we love ourselves. Black Canadians don’t like us. Jaise hi ungliyan nikalne lagi, tabhi jiju ne roka, bole .. “Abhi kaafi nahin, ungliyan thodi aur andar dalo panty mein” .. maine aadhi inch aur ghusake picture liya. Jiju bole thoda aur .. phir picture phir thodi aur .. phir picture… karte karte meri hatheli poori panty ke andar dalwadi jiju ne. Mujhe haath wahin rakhna pada, nikalne nahin diya, bole abhi aise hi rakho. Camera haath se liya aur bole aise hi sheeshe ke samne khadi ho jaoon aur apne hips ko aage peeche karoon aur apne aap ko. Green tshirt unka itna patla tha ki unki bra puri clearly dikh rahi thi aur unki navel b dikh rahi thi mera lund khada hua aur mera dhyaan nai tha me wapas shallow paani me khada tha aur mera lund unhe dikh raha tha. Aunty ne mujhe naughty si smile di aur niche dekha mujhe sharam aayi thodi aur me andar chala gaya.Phir meine aunty ko kaha ki aaj aap try kijiye khudse me support nai dunga. Uspe aunty ne mana kiya boli tum atlst mere pass aake khade hojao meine thik hai kaha aur mein unke pass. "Now you know their faces a little better." Yeah," Trina said, sobering. "Yeah. I know them. Alex Masterson... The popular people... The non-popular people... My mom." She sighed. "Me." Which is why you have friends," Arie said. "To pull you back when things get tough." I do have friends, don't I," Trina said. "And even more than that: I have a sister."F .5It was the end of her last day in The Program, and Jane felt, strangely, a bit of anti-climax. She had been Rule Three'd several times,.