We all laughed anyway, then the newsreels came on.I leaned forward, and this was actually recent footage out of New Guinea. It was clips of our boys, ...nd talking about how the dirty Japs were being rooted out of the caves and bunkers, and how we were going to push them back into the sea and crying to Tojo.Then the normal spot telling us to buy bonds. And how we had to do our best in rationing and recycling to beat the Nips and Krauts and bring our boys home. The man next to me softly apologized. Let me describe my Uncle Ashok. He is a 6 footer and reasonably fair. He is built like a bull with strong muscles. He takes care of all the activities at home and around. Any girl will fall for him. He is a very jovial person. Many times before he has fondled me, squeezed my bums, kneaded my breasts. I used to enjoy them a lot and would always try to be near him. He used to be very free with everyone.One evening my mother and grand mother went to the temple, only uncle and I were at home. He. ‘These people already have you down as guilty, and they are the people that influence opinion. Now you see why we have to run.’‘They are looking in the wrong place right now, so we have a bit of time. We can wait until the fuss dies down, then work out a plan.’Ryan already had a plan, one which he knew Samantha wouldn’t like. He hadn’t wasted his time when he’d been alone and within range, he’d been making calls. He knew they had to get Bee Jay down to Mauritius where an unscrupulous dealer. "Don't worry, I gotchu." He moved his hands away. I felt a tingling where they had been.Javier indicated that I should pull over to a broken down looking 3 flat apartments. Some of the windows were boarded up, but that was the norm here on the west side. "Come on in," he said.The inside of the house was dark and musty smelling. The only furnishings in the room were a big mattress with no sheet, lying askew in the front room. "This is where you stay at?" I asked incredulously."Naw," he said,.