As much as I agree with Reagan’s anti-Communism, the paranoia is a bit extreme. It’s not like I have access to any state secrets!”“Do I have a...file now?” Jessica teased.“I’m sure you do. Heck, Jesse probably has a file now.”When we arrived home, my sister came out to greet us.“Were you watching out the window, Squirt?” I chuckled, giving her a hug.“Actually, yes! You’re late!”“The fucking FBI,” I spat. “They decided to harass me coming back into the country.”“Still? Jesus. You aren’t even. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” I said as I eased back down. “I know you didn’t mean anything – I overreacted.”Steve smiled and visibly relaxed. “Yeah, men and women have different attitudes towards rape. I was joking that you can’t rape men because men always want sex. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d take it the same way. Sorry about that.”I followed him to the rear of his car, where he beeped the trunk open, put his bags in, then turned and held out his hands for my laundry. When he hesitated. Especially our physics teacher Chithra and our English teacher Mercy. Both were the among the only white people in the school. They both were voluptuous. Though the height differentiated them, Mercy was shorter. That meant I sat when Chithra went up and down the class and I watched up, and I went near Mercy’s desk being the first student to complete an essay, article, etc. to look down on her cleavage. Both wore sari showing a lot of their stomachs, enticing views.With luck we could see their. They walked back to the hotel. A few people were still on the streets. She kept her breasts covered with crossed arms. but she was euphoric. She thought of the line from Huckleberry Finn. “All right, then. I’ll go to hell!”It was nearly noon the next day when Maggie woke. Rory was there with a large bottle of water and a pot of tea. She staggered to the bathroom, peed, walked naked back to the bed, drank deeply of the water, and settled onto the pillows with a cup of tea balanced on her chest..