In that frustration I got hold of her hand and said “Chachi, please. Please suno meri baat. Please.”It made her even more furious and she slapped ...e hard on my cheeks and said “Leave my hand you bastard mother fucker. Dare you touch me again.”She turned towards me and snatched her hand from my grip and said:“Saale kamine, apni chachi par buri nazar kakhate hue sharam nahi aai tujhe”“Isiliye tu muje ghur-ghur ke dekhta tha. Or mujhe laga ki koi nahi baccha hai, aise hi dekh raha hoga. Mujhe kya. She attacked my face with vingance. Slapping my face."Don't you ever talk back to me, slut!" I saw what you were doing and since you really are just a lowlife slut I left you to your enjoyment. Don't complain to me if it got out of hand. Look at the way you were dressed. Just inviting advances. Well you got it, didn't you!" Now we are going on home. And no you don't get any dinner. All that cum you swallowed will have to do until you get home." Now come!"I followed her out to the RV and. Isn’t that what you do every single day, Cindi? Isn’t that what Kimmy does with our suppliers? Why wouldn’t we do that with our staff?”“You win,” she said, throwing up her hands.The way she said that concerned me, and I wondered if the first cracks were showing in the unity of the team.July 23, 1991, Chicago, Illinois“I’m worried about Cindi,” Dave said on Tuesday morning.We were sitting in the small conference room, prepared to bring in each team member to discuss the non-compete and NDA. Pride filled his young face as Alex thanked him for his help when the orders slowed down and afterwards, he went back to washing his pots with a smile. When the last order for the evening came off the boards, I heaved a sigh of relief and went outside to sit on the steps that led up to the cabin that I shared with Alex. The cool late evening breeze washed over my heated face and I closed my eyes to it and let my head drop back slightly. The clatter of pots in the kitchen was almost soothing and.