Ab me aap ko apni real story batane jaa raha hu baat us din ki hai jab me bombay apni aunty ke ghar gaya bombay me meri aunty aur uncle akele hi rehte...hai unki ek beti hai jiski shadi ho gai hai isliye mere uncle aunty neMuje bombay padai ke liye bula liye taki me waha achi tarah padh bhi saku aur is bahne unki bhi dekh bhaal ho jaye unka ghar bohat hi bombay jaisi city me bada hai isliye ghar me room ki koi kanmi nahi hai ab me unkeGhar hi rehne laga aur padai karne laga aur ha unka achi tarah. He told Rog that it was to get back at him.”“Davis told me that Ayame’s name wasn’t in the random selection list, Dad,” Roger said. “Cirota is doing a lot of stuff that the school doesn’t know about, too.”“They couldn’t keep holding him in the brig, anyway, so just try to avoid him,” their dad said.“Yeah, I know. But now I’m really worried about his threatening her, because, um, just a sec, okay?”He leaned over to Ayame. “Ayame, I’m going to tell Mom and Dad about us,” Roger whispered to her.. After the search, she was given a paper smock with which to cover herself, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. One of the officers led her to a room with only a small window, barred, and left her alone. Though there was a small cot along one side of the wall, the room held nothing else. It was painted pure white, and made Ingrid’s wet eyes hurt.Her watch had been confiscated, so she had no idea what time it was. The window was too high for her to reach, especially with her hands still. He was smilin' an' tellin' me what a good nigger I was. I was so happy and content."I fell asleep dreamin' about the plantation house with big green willow trees in the front and a big grass lawn and Massa in his white suit sittin' on the porch. And me, his favorite nigger, standin' beside him."Friday. There he was on the bus, just like always. Lookin' around, nothin' more than a smile for me. My coochie was wet and Miz Clitty was ready. The weekend was comin', and though I was happy to see.