James gets to go there on a student-athlete scholarship for soccer. It’s the chance of a lifetime. Little does he know that the school is not exactl... the idyllic place he thought it was. The first thing he noticed was the dearth of black men and black women on campus. Last year, James attended Brockton High School and he didn’t feel like a minority there. The school was teeming with African-American, Haitian, Cape Verdean, Hispanic and Asian students. Not Byron College, which had a student body. The judge had really dressed Grant down on that one, saying he had, "grossly overstepped his authority." He'd gotten around it brilliantly, however, by zoning the area around it for heavy industry and landfill. Already the plastics factory and used tire lot had driven away a half dozen families. Their houses now stood vacant, awaiting condemnation and destruction. In a decade, this town would be rid of its most embarassing element.No one answered her knocking on the back door, either. She was. Here is the following conversation which I could manage to hear:Mom: baby ab daal bhi do andar. ( baby please now put it inside)Dad: apni kacchi toh kholo. Tabhi dalunga jaanu ( remove your underwear first, then only I’ll insert)I can never imagine my parents talking in this way.Mom: ab kachi bhi me hi kholungi, khud bhi karlo . ( now if I will remove underwear, what will do)Hearing this, dad jumped out of bed, dick completely in the air, and started removing underwear of mom.Mom was enjoying. “I’m showing you this so you’ll understand that YOUR bratwurst is staying exactly where it is right now. It’s not coming out until I say it is.” She fingered a small shiny key on a chain around her neck that I hadn’t noticed before as she began to pull the blanket off my body. There on my cock and balls was a device obviously made of stainless steel that I recognized from my late-night online searches. It was a cock cage. It was a tight fit around my cock and I noticed the three sharp.