I was already suffering from a pounding headache from that meeting, sprung on me with zero warning this sunny and humid August morning.It was now well...past time for me to get started on my routine chores for the day. Every morning, I go to Paco's Fish Market for the fresh catch of the day, BreadBasket SuperStore for the meats and other groceries, and the Farmers' Market for my vegetables. Due to the size of our little backwater, BreadBasket also does wholesaling, although they're pricier than. "Some white men come to us. They offer us a way to make much money." What do we have to do?" she said. She had an inbred sense of distrust any time a white man pretended to offer gifts."My daughter... , did you not see the strange looking people looking at us when we walk in this morning?" Yes." she said. "I never see people like them before." They come from far off place, across the great waters." Why you wish to see me?" she said, now feeling a sense of uneasiness. She was sure this was going. My physical presence usually discourages any further investigation.As I was making my way home, I heard a commotion in an alleyway, a lot of shouting, with the odd high pitched scream. I went to investigate, finding a group of 10 or 20 men attacking a young hybrid girl about my own age. I didn't know how she had ended up in this part of town. I would have thought anyone would know better than to come here.She was taking quite a beating and I decided I'd better step in before someone did any. He said he had fucked a girl on holiday, but having used this lie myself when I was fifteen, I saw straight through him. As the teasing got more serious, I used to ask him if he was getting hard talking like this all the time. Embarrassed, he would call me a gay fucker and laugh it off, but I could see I was getting to him with the bulge in his pants. One night when his folks were away, we got drunker than usual and were playing a football game, when I suggested a forfeit. Whoever lost the next.