" She looks at me. I serve her dinner and sit beside her, she eats in silence. After dinner she pours another drink. "Clear the table and do the dish...s" she says getting up and walking to the living room. "Yes dear." Is all I can say. I do as she says, then work in the kitchen doing the dishes and cleaning up. She holds up and inspects the lingerie and dresses from the box. She holds up a pink chiffon lace little girls dress and comments on how feminine and juvenile my tastes are and how even. We talked for a bit, and she had a wicked sense of humor. She even shocked me when one of her employees asked her if I was a relative.“No, she’s just a guest. Come on Miracelle, the differences should be obvious between us. I am a Gook, she is a Chink.” I was taken aback at this, but she started to giggle and I of course followed along. It seems that just like me, she had learned to use humor and being politically incorrect as a way to fight off ignorance. And the way the maid laughed I assume. "My heart went out to Mr. X once again over how many times he'd been rejected by this woman in favor of someone else."She said she felt more connected to me than anyone else," he told me sadly, although I don't know for sure just who - or what - he was so sad about. "And when I pressed her to be honest about her feelings about me just this once, she actually admitted that she thought I'd always be there waiting for her when she needed me, and I was by far the best one for her in the end."I had. Me aapke jyada bor nahi karunga aur sidhe chalte he meri story ki aur.mere group me sir hum 3 boys he aur usual me kabhi bahar nahi jaata aur boring Sunday guzarta hu lekin friends ki jhid ki vajah se hum log us Sunday ko movie k liye gaye aur us din hamare sath mere ek dost ki bahen bhi aayi zeed karke mene kabhi usko buri nazar se nahi dekha tha agar dosto aapko malum ho to jab akshay kumar frustrate hoke susaite k liye samundar me jata he aur vaha jab dipika jab akki ko bachane ke liye aati.