“Ugh!”I watched her spasm; once, twice, three times, four times. Then her hand stopped moving and she remained absolutely still, breathing heavily...for about fifteen seconds before opening her eyes. I stared in what was no doubt disbelief as she pulled the condom from her tongue, squeezing it over her open mouth.She smacked her lips before sitting up and smiling at me. “Darren, I’m glad to be able to inform you that you have very healthy semen. Judging by the taste, at least.”I nodded, still. I estimated, it was going to take twenty-three hours to get to our home in California. We had plenty of time for Brandi to explain what had happened. I had booked a first class flight, there were only two seats on each side of the isle, and we were the only two in the row.We had been flying for an hour, I finally said, “You want to tell me about it?”Brandi looked over at me and said, “This is the hardest thing I ever had to do. I was seventeen and my folks had these real good friends, they were. It was easier to discuss initial ideas in a warm kitchen rather than a cold backyard.She already had coffee perked for us, she poured two cups then we sat at her kitchen table discussing ideas. She had a custom blend and I was quite amazed at how good it tasted and asked where I might pick some up. She smiled then wrote down the name of the store. She even gave me a small package with enough in it for a few pots. I thanked her, blushing a bit with this unexpected gift.I made notes as we talked,. She finally found her senses and confessed how she recently read Anna’s book that just came out last year on postcolonial feminism, particularly the struggles of women migrant laborers around the world and their various attempts to organize and fight for their rights and against such things as exploitation and trafficking. She actually did a lot of research on human trafficking, but her first book focused more on migration and she was furiously writing her second.Alia was awe struck, but.