There also was a discussion whether other races should be created as synthetic slaves. But "tradition" overweighed in this regard. This meant that all...“synths” were black but in the eyes of the American public they had nothing in common with African American citizens apart from their skin color. Therefore, there existed no reason to discriminate against African American Citizens any longer. They were now regarded just as much as American Citizens as were Asian, White or Native Americans.. ??No!? Cara bawled. "He, I can?t tell him. Not now.??Then I?ll talk to him.??No!??Come on baby you know we can?t do anything.??Just let me die,? Cara sobbed.?Shh, shh baby, you know that?s not going to happen,? Kali consoled her."I know it hurts really bad right now but we can fix it. It will getbetter.??No it won?t." She sobbed into Kali?s shoulder.?Come on, why don?t you go join Merla, have a snack, it will make youfeel better.??I?m not hungry." Cara continued to sob. "The only thing I want. Phir subah jab mai utha tab archu mere kamre mai aae aur mujhe ek sweet se smile de aur waha se chale gae. Phir naste ke time bhi wo mujhe dekhe rahe aur mai uss dekhta raha tha. Phir jab hum khana kha kar ute to archu ne mujh se poocha ki bhiya kal aapne kuch kiyaa thaa kyaa raat mai. Maine anjan bante hue poochaa kyo kyaa hooo gae aur kya karne ke baat kar rahe hoo. Wo kuch nahi boli aur chup chap has kar chali gae phir shyan koo hum log terrace par baithe the tabhi tab maine archu se kaha ki. ” Michelle had never thought of herself like that before. She relaxed. Raul’s touch felt good on her thighs. He began just above the back of her knees and moved slowly upward, stroking the outside of her legs, then the center, then inside. He kneaded her, moving slowly up the inside of her thighs until he reached the sheet, and she hoped for a moment that he would go further upward still, up under to touch her in the places where she longed to be touched. “You want me to work your glutes now?”.