’ ‘So Sherri,’ Professor Whitlow said, ‘Did you sell the piece to Miss Flint or not?’ I shook my head and looked into the eyes of the woman ... loved. ‘No,’ I said, ‘but we reached a compromise. The piece she gets is larger and anatomically detailed.’ There were some knowing chuckles as the group moved on but she bent to kiss me and tell me that she’d be back. About an hour later, Lilly, Jillian and my mother came in. I felt a chill run through me and I muttered a prayer that nothing happened to. The other guy, Charlie, and I, were eyeballing the young lady, because she looked hot in a bikini. But, she was showing very little interest in us, so, neither Charlie, nor I, pushed the matter.Like I said, the conversation was dealing with society's difficulty in accepting men who loved men. And because we were an argumentative bunch of drunks, we found ourselves with raised voices, even though we were arguing the same point. And just as things were settling down, I thought I'd throw some. “Master?” He saw her in his peripheral vision, but he didn’t have the strength to turn to her.“Water.” It was all he could say.She brought him a cup of water, and in his impatience, he tried to pull it from her hands, if only to get it to his mouth a nanosecond sooner. His clumsy reach was ignored and she helped him turn on his back so that he could drink. It was some of the best water he had ever tasted, and he felt some life return to him, if only a little.“More.”She brought over the pitcher. ” I hated those comments so much, such broad generalizations about Asian men, and from my fellow Asian sisters no less, but I was also a very non-confrontational person and at the time too insecure to defend myself so I just kind of forced a smile and laughed along with everyone. Luckily Jenny would usually stand up for me, and sometimes even argue with the other girls about what she liked about Asian boys which was really special to me. Mid-way through spring quarter of my first year, I.