.. my nephew, yes my eldest nephew. Last time I saw him, he wasworking at a local non-profit." Ah well, good to see he's going fine for himself. Well,... darling, Imust go chat with some representatives, I'll leave you to chat withDiana," Julia stated as she walked over to the other side of theballroom. Whew, what a save there, Diana thought.Diana spotted Mike going over to one of the large windows of theballroom, staring out into the moonlit cityscape. Diana walked over tohim, where she gave him. HtmlNotice: NOTICE: This story is fiction, no resemblance to RL context/characters/names so on doesn't apply. It is my intellectual property and any individual or institution is NOT allowed to redistribute it without my written permission. Don't be a moron. --------------- It was finally Saturday, at around 7PM, when I found myself attentively observing the reflection before me in the bedroom mirror; from the flowing bright-hued hair curls, discretely placed darker make up on my eyes and. Was the reason that she couldn’t decide to meet her Daddy was because he was Black?! She was horrified to think that maybe she was a racist like her Tricia’s father. But she had let a white guy rape her and didn’t tell. Would she have told the police if a Black guy raped her? Was she reluctant to meet her Daddy because she was white and had a racist fear of Black men. Then she thought about what she had been taught in school about slavery and the requirement for white people like her to pay. She hastily corrected her jutti and petticoat. I turned and saw aunty standing in the staircase below and she was glaring at us with anger. With much chagrin I lowered my eyes and aunty came up. First she went to the open terrace and checked whether the "vadagams" were drying properly. In that time I hastily took my dhoti and wore it. Then aunty returned and said to Ranjani "girl - now you can go home — I will now remain with him and watch the vadagams".Ranjani then looked at me and started to.