Now I AM the meat. I’m just a living, walking talking, pork roast today. I’m no longer classified as human. This morning one of the servants snort...d at me and mumbled something about pigs inside the house.”“We talked about that, Evie. If you can’t point out the servant, I can’t deal with them. But why are you two dead set on making a production of this? At least take the injections. Both of you. For me.”“It’s Deborah’s last wish. She wrote this up and got an ‘A’ at school for that. There was a knock on my door, and I heard Dad's voice "Ok, Chris, its time for bed. Turn that music off." I grabbed the ear plug and plugged it in so I could listen without the radio being heard. The pot was starting to wear off, so I relit the joint and hung my head out of the window to take a couple more big hits.I could see my black neighbor still moving around in the room across from me, and I turned on my desk light to illuminate my sillhouette in the window. Standing on my bed I started. ...and more....She couldn't stop herself from fingering her burning clitoris. Then, suddenly, the door to her room opened and Mohit stood in the doorway staring down at her vulnerable nakedness. "Mala, I........................" she heard him say as he stopped and stood staring down at her exposed femininity. She had to cover herself, she thought frantically, but found herself paralyzed, unable to move to cover herself. Instead, she lay there staring up at him stupidly. Neither of them moved. Her face was full of questions and I sincerely doubt that Jessica was providing helpful answers."Barry, this is Brittany. Brittany, this is Barry, Megan's dad." Hi, Mister Harris," Brittany said. "How's Megan?" Doing a good job of being Megan, mother of two." We gotta go, Brit," Jessica said."'Kay. See ya," Brit said, her mind obviously still turning over the facts as she knew them.Out of the house, Jessica asked, "You want me to drive my car so you don't have to bring me back home?" Hardly," I.