She yelped in pain pitching forward her legs buckling she landed on her knees her vision blurring. The one she'd struck on the arms earlier kicked her...in the belly she doubled over and crashed forward on her face groaning. Another kicked her in the side and then she was grabbed and hauled over on her back. WPC Green's mind swam, the noise around her was a cacophony of laughter and hissed voices."Get her arms" just stand on the fuckers"She felt pain through her arms as someone did, on either. It turned out that many of her most recent posts were in the same thread, onethat she had started herself, a thread entitled, ?What I do (more like don?tdo) with my white boyfriend?. It was about me. You know that special effectdone in movies where a character discovers something dramatic and frighteningand all the background and everything around the character fades to black? Ifelt just like that. With some hesitation I clicked on the link and beganreading the posts:??????????? ???????????. Samita: Bhai bahaghara pare alaga katha ebe kichhi hoi gale mu muha dekhai paribini Amitya: Kana kichhi heba Samita: Pila chuaa Amitya: Mu taa pratikar paai condom aanichhi Samita: Aau katha taa praghata hoi gale Amitya: Tote mo raana mu kahaku kichhi kahibi naai praghata kimiti heba Tu na kahile hela.Samita: Mu ta kahibi naai hele mote bhaya laaguchhi se katha gudaa pakana kie asigale kemiti heba Amitya: kabata band kari dele hela Ame kana kariba kie kemiti janiba Taa bahare dekh eita kemiti. He was going to prison. He was going to be a convict. His life was over.He would never ever be Lady Ann again.The coach shook gently from side to side. It was really going. It reallywas too late.Then it lurched again, the other way this time, and Burt cracked his headagainst the inner front wall.The coach stopped moving.There was silence outside. No sign of movement. A minute went by; then asecond. A shudder ran through the coach as the driver moved and thendescended.Burt still hadn't caught a.