‘Yep it would’ agreed Julia. ‘He’s working hard and it’s looking promising. Next.’ ‘What’s you biggest weakness?’ questioned Jeanett..., taking her turn. ‘Ah. That’s a hard one.’ She paused to think. ‘Can I have three?’ ‘ Three? Ok . You can have three weaknesses.’ agreed Jeanette ‘Ok. Number one is shoes. Number two would be chocolate. Number three? That would be men.’ They all laughed. ‘Men at number three?’ queried Steph. ‘Well the other two don’t answer back!’ They all shrieked with. I’m letting this one slide.What happened inside that tent was part of a complex social landscape I couldn’t begin to understand. All these men looked more or less the same to me, and I would want absolutely none of them as my neighbour or even on the same airplane as me. (Yes, I do remember my last journal, thank you. I’m describing my emotional response, not my rational one.) Asim made me shake a few hands, but after some curious glances people caught on to my status as his servant and lost. We went food shopping so that after dinner we could make our own desserts: big, nasty sundaes with nuts, jimmies, chocolate syrup, maraschino cherries and Jeff and I had bananas.It took a lot longer to make them than to eat them, though we did try to savor what could not possibly be mistaken for a delicacy.We turned in after the 11:00 news. His family would be here in the morning.Graduation was no big deal to Jeff, but it was to his family so he gathered the appropriate level of enthusiasm to. I said hi to Jerome and introduced myself to his friend, his name is Ted. He actually works in prison and he is the warden. He said he heard a lot about me from Jerome. They got me to go into his car and we drove to, you know what, a prison.I was told that this prison hold an East wing for hardened criminals and most of them are blacks. They lead me this wing and as we are walking the men went nuts and shouting wanting to take me and fuck me. I was scared but also excited.Once we got into the.