With his leg propped up on a pillow, we were as ready as we could be for the three-hour drive home. Jack took the wheel and I took the front passenger...seat.The ride back started off pretty quietly, but after we grabbed some coffees and egg breakfast sandwiches at a drive-through, everyone began to relax a bit. There was lots of small talk. None of us seemed too interested in addressing the large elephant in the car. That was okay with me because small talk didn’t get in the way of some deep. I blushed and the call boy was stood watching me only while I was eating my saree was always sliding from my shoulders.I was getting it back in position. Then Johnny called the call boy and ordered him to do place my saree in the position correctly. I was thinking that it will be so romantic to be served by a male every time the saree fell the boy was getting it back in position. Some times he even tries to touch my body. I got his intensions and while he was placing my saree I moved towards. The other arm of the blouse clung to Dave's other cuff. Exasperated, Dave pulled the light blue blouse off the shelf and triedto fold it to put it back. Instead it flattened against his shirt, thearms matching up perfectly on his arms."What?" He looked down. The blouse rippled and pulled taught, somehowcreeping around and enveloping him. In a split second he was wearing theblouse over his shirt.He backed away from the racks with the blouses while pulling on the onethat he was wearing. He bumped. Exhibit 'A' in my objection to the line of thinking that the Confederacy races have essentially reintroduced chattel slavery. Not only that but the most often acquired person in their scheme is a woman with little other choice but to sell herself to the lowest bidder as it were.Indeed it seems to me from what I saw while I was picked up that women had to pay an awfully high price for the dubious safety of becoming a sex slave. And what was the upside? They got away from the Sa'arm only to be.