I threw the ring at Timothy, my eyes filled with tears. That’s when he got mad at me. He called me a Negro slut, an ape woman and all kinds of slurs... It took several prison guards to haul him away from the visitation room. Even though we were separated by bulletproof glass, I felt frightened of him. Who knew this man I once loved had such hatred in him? After Timothy, I focused on school and work, and didn’t feel like giving any man, Black or White, the time of day. Until I met Jean-Francois. ”Dad said nothing and left for the show room. Dad drops Rupa to college daily and Didi goes by office cab. Once everyone left mom completed pending work in the kitchen and came to my room.Mom: “Beta, ya kare rahe ho?”I was sitting on my bed doing nothing. I was sad with all those words. Mostly I was frustrated why I was not able to do it. Mom sat infront of me and said, “Kya soch raha hai?”Me: “Mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aara mom. Main kya karu? I am trying.” I was about to cry but I stopped. She was just holding the massive cock inside her."Baby, if you call that fucking, you must be fucking all little boys," Bud groused, and he yanked his cigar from his mouth and threw it away into the darkness of the bathroom. "Fucking means stabbing--you on me and me in you!"He began to prove his point.Donna knew the meaning of true terror as soon as she heard Bud intone those words. She also learned the true meaning of pain as he turned words into action. His fingers digging like hot steel. .. again.”Followed by a repeat of the crackle. Cursing silently to himself, John clucked their agreed-upon alert signal. The two on watch, John couldn’t tell whom by sound, both replied. He slithered his way across the pile to whisper in the nearest one’s ear.“Someone’s nearby.” He hissed.It was Bokhir, who impressed John with a level head.“Only wake the not-snorers.” The Powry suggested.Good idea. Then whoever it was wouldn’t know more than half were awake already.They worked their way around.