They don’t take good care of those people there. I won’t improve upon my professional standing with some of my previous associates for writing th...s, but dammit when something needs to be said, well it needs to be said. I was the only white person working in the kitchen, with the exception of the head man. He was a likable enough fellow, but he was too quick to let the kitchen hands have their way. There was a standing rule in the nursing home kitchen: The residents eat first. I found out. The only time I noticed she was not wearing pantyhose was that day I helped her in the trailer when she had on a pair of shorts. That day I got a better look at her legs and I thought she had nice legs; thin and pale like her alabaster complexion to match her petite frame but shapely. The outfit she currently had on was the same one she wore at school that day. I invited her in as Selina walked by her and out the door. Mrs. Jennings gave the younger girl a very disapproving look. "Is that. ”Ofi paused as he heard the words. His mind started ruminating, as his lean, wiry frame was attentive to the woman’s words. It was perhaps an ancestral gift, but he could listen, and look around, without having any outward appearance of movement. Even though well-dressed in a grey suit, white shirt, and red tie, he looked almost predatory as he listened, his dark skin seemingly able to hide his features, save his flat face, wide nose and thin cheeks. His tribal markings, given to him at the age. " While speaking I had made myself comfortable in the seat across from Fang. "So here is the deal Mr. Woo, You can tell me where to find the bosses tonight, and they will be dead by morning. Not in jail, but dead. It is the only way that your family and my friends will be safe, I have no choice but to kill them all. Neither do you, if your family is to survive. I had a conversation on a phone, which I'm sure has been hacked by your technological men. In that conversation I told the DEA that the.