"Oh really now, you are huh?" she said with a smile on her face. "Tell mewhat your name is!" Tyler!" Tell me what your name is!" she repeated.I strugg...ed, it seemed like there was a great haze blocking that part ofmy mind but I finally found it, "Tyler" Tell me what your name is" she said in a soft, girlish voice.I struggled but could not think of it, I struggled and struggled but stillnothing would come. She laughed and shouted "What, you forgot so soon, I thought you werestronger than that!". In his lifetime, Donald had been subjected to treatment by white men, sadists, that was beyond perverted, that was sick and truly fucking twisted. If white men had been capable of doing those things to him, of getting sexual pleasure from his abject pain and he was one of them, if he in fact “belonged to the club” so to speak, what had white men done to actual slaves that they had no respect for, whom they didn’t even see as human, whom they despised for their skin color? Donald was too. One, it's really good you don't have a real sister." She snorted. "Or two, you're only intrigued with me because I represent a mystery, something that you haven't accomplished yet. Since I know you pretty well, I'm gonna guess it's the second option." Or three, you've dated or said everyone else on the team is worth your time but not me. And it kinda bugs me, okay?" Tony retorted. Ziva made fun of his taste in women and his dating history, but Tony knew he and Abby had a much tighter bond."You. ‘Maybe you should sit on the table over there and let me take a look at it.’ Though no one was around, Maria felt embarrassed and hesitated. ‘No, no, I should get back down to my desk. I’ll just walk it off and it’ll be fine.’ ‘I insist,’ he said as he picked her up, cradling her in his arms before walking over and setting her on the table. Maria’s ankles set on the edges of the table, on her back, she began to protest. ‘Elian, I can’t, please stop and let me just get back to my studies.’.