One them slung me over their shoulder and they started carrying me toward a giantbuilding. Once we got inside it smelled terrible, i wasnt sure what t...e terrible smells were until i was carried past a few cageswith other white women laying in hay, they were all cover in dirt and smelled like sperm and piss. I started trying tostruggle to get free but they held onto my tight and?once inside a small room, they closedand locked the door. They untied the ropes around my arms and ankles but. You almost died again, Mark."I pulled out of her, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk. Mary curled up on my lap, and I stroked her hair as she softly cried. "I didn't die though," I reassured her."I know, but ... it was so close." She looked up at me, her green eyes red with emotion. "You were so burned. I didn't even know how you were still standing." You have no idea how close it was," I whispered."What?"I swallowed, remembering the hate. In fact we used to change in front of each other till recently, but once I moved to college, I stopped changing in front of him, but he would still be in his undies in front of me while changing and there was nothing as such as he was still my little brother whom I have seen naked as a child.I had a habit of not wearing any undergarments while sleeping and even my brother used to sleep only in shorts. I used to sometimes wear nighty, but mostly I prefer wearing cotton pajamas and spaghetti top. Other than lunch and pit stops at the porta-potty, this was the only break they got in the fields. If the foreman thought they were taking too many breaks, he just told them not to return the next day. Berries had to be picked on time or else they'd rot too soon on the grocer's shelf. A farmer needed good pickers to make a profit.She'd smiled brightly when she saw him looking at her. Her eyes squinted tight as her lips spread in a broad grin. "Hi," she said. "I'm Mariko, what's your name?" He.