At home things weren’t so good.Mum and Dad started arguing, it was about finances I think.My brother moved out when I was nine, and Mum went and fou...d herself a part-time job at a local Clothing factory.The arguments stopped; at least I couldn’t hear any.She started work before I was due home from work and finished, when I was in bed.Dad was getting overtime and would come home until dark.So with my brother out of the picture, they asked my Uncle (Steve) to look after me.Up until then, I rarely. “Afraid so. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m in no mood to back down, are you? Not from those hooded asshats! My great-grandfather made the mistake of visiting a town in North Carolina once, way back in the day. Kluckers ran him out of town to buckshot just before dawn in nothing but his long johns. Just for being a Jew,” Leah cussed.“I can believe it. My great-uncle Boyd was lynched by the Klan, supposedly for raping a white woman,” Becca gritted her teeth now at the prospect of dealing. The feelings intensified as I pulled a pair of black nylon full-cut panties up my legs and smoothed them around my buttocks and over the suspender belt. I suppressed the feelings and concentrated on getting dressed.I stepped into a black satin full-slip, my body tingling at the feel of the slip on my bare skin and the whisper of the lace hem on my stockinged thighs. I stepped into a navy-blue pin-striped pencil skirt, closed the zipper on the side and adjusted it around my waist and pulled the. And asked in my ears, “Kya hua Sanjana? Kuch toh bolo meri jaan.”I was somehow able to utter out these words, “Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? I mean…”He said “Tujhe gift dene aaya hoon teri birthday ka meri jaan.”I realized that might be he had a chat with mom and was there to gift her something or to wish her. So maybe he was there for that. He soon wished me “HAPPY BIRTH DAY”And continued to say “So meri jaan, jaan-na chahogi ki tere liye main kya tohfa laaya hoon? Bolo”I said “Yes, for sure.”On.