They argued for a few minutes and Karen felt the beginnings of a monster headache coming on.She tried to drink water but her tongue was swelling up ag...in and she could barely manage a few sips."What was that all about?" she asked when Rajesh and the driver finally lapsed into a tense silence."He didn't like you calling him bhaisaab. He says he's not your brother."She was foxed by that one. "What do you mean?" Then she got it: "Oh, you mean, he feels insulted to be called my brother, because. "No! Not my daughter, you pig! I'll kill you!"The God-Queen licked her lips, seizing blonde hair and yanking her in for a kiss. She was just as horrible as Brandon, her fingernails scratching at Crystal's breasts, the poor teen shaking and moaning in pain."You bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" Babylon howled.A soldier cracked Crystal across the head with a spear. I pulled at my own chain. My rage filling me. But I didn't have enough power to take on Brandon. I could feel it radiating off of him.. She waited until I sat down beside her and then took two beers out. She didn’t say anything, just smiled. ‘Are you happy about finishing?’ ‘Yes, but I don’t really want to leave.’ ‘Do you have a family to get back to?’ ‘No. My mom and dad live in Grass Valley but I have my own place in Sacramento.’ ‘What do you do there? For a living I mean?’ Billy looked at me and laughed. ‘Hell John, I’m the Keebler elf. Didn’t you recognize me?’ ‘What does that mean?’ ‘I stock grocery store shelves with. I hate to brag but I got a hint it may have something to do with me because some of his buddies were secretly flirting with me behind his back while others didn’t but gawk at me while I wasn’t looking. Some of them had the audacity to ask if I have any sister(s), of which I do. I have a younger 18-year-old sister, but she isn’t interested in Hmong boys. She’s what you call Yellow on the outside and white on the inside. All of her friends are mostly white and a few blacks.I did mention to him.