Hope you understand what I am trying to say.” After a long narration of the story I looked at my friend Nami, waiting for her response.“I think yo... should be honest. This different part of life you have been living secretly since March till today was your choice; I am not judging you to call it wrong or right. But now you need to tell Raj what you truly feel. You need to tell him that you are going to America, not just on paper but face-to-face.” Nami said all this. She listened carefully to. Speaking of, she should've already been out of bed by now, being more excited about today than I was, I guess I had to get her out of bed, one way or another, and knowing me, I preferred another. I rinsed the rest of the soap off of me and turned off the water. I pulled back the shower curtain and was greeted (more like scared half to death) by a half dressed Rita looking back at me with crossed arms and a slight grin on her face. “What's this? Why didn't you wake me up? I would have gotten in. He said he had her pictures taped to the wall by his bed and he would add the new ones there. Everyone could see them. He had whored her out, in advance, to some of the prisoners for cartons of cigarettes.The two guards who were taking turns fucking my wife had promised Dave there would be no problems with her activities later on. They were the ones who allowed him the use of the phone when they were on duty.Maryanne, looking slightly disheveled, joined us. To her obvious delight, we were soon. Her eyes fluttered. Then they shut.Jake didn't like it at all, not at all, and when Paul left, he flewinto a rage.What the hell got into you? he screamed.She stood silent, frightened and confused, dreading what was going tohappen and resigned to it.Did I tell you to get your hair cut?She couldn't find her voice.He smacked her.I'm taklkin' to you. I want an answer.No, Jake, she whispered.No, what?No, you didn't tell me to get my hair cut.Then how come you did.I wanted to please you, she said,.