She longed to be free, and to tour Europe."Alice, I can see that you hold no loyalty to this evil man, and are simply his slave. Would you like to be ...ree, again?"Her eyes went wide and tears began to flow down her cheeks as she said, "With all my heart, Master!"I was tired of rummaging about in the mind of a monster, so I put him to sleep. Then I went to the slave and took her hands and lifted her to her feet and said, "Please sit down and answer some questions for me, ok?" Yes, Master." No, I. It turns out the lovely Halima is a major fan of Denzel, like most black women I know. We had a good time, and after that, I took her to the Blair shopping center’s food court for pizzas and drinks. We sat down, talked, ate, and got to know each other a bit better. There are stereotypes affiliated with every race, culture and group, and as a big and tall young black man in Canada, I know this better than anyone. Halima Khan definitely defied my expectations. I thought of Somali women, being. ”She blushed a little and shook her head.“You are very talented and sing like an archangel, you are independently wealthy and I could tell by the way you shrugged that deal off that the six million didn’t mean much in the big picture. Your accent is obviously just a remnant of where you were raised, but you sure aren’t some inbred hick and Dean, well, that man would take a bullet for you and not because you paid him. Even after the girls that were here gushed all over, you didn’t treat me any. She hurried back to the Pestridge home, dumped her bicycle in the garage in haste, and rushed inside. "Mother! Mother! Mother!" she yelled as she burst into the house from the garage. She made a point to refer to Suzanne as 'mother' and not 'mom' anymore, since that term was now reserved for Susan.Suzanne was upstairs in the family den, typing away on the computer. As Amy bounded up the stairs taking two at a time, Suzanne idly replied in a loud voice, "Yes, Honey Pie? I'm in the den." More.