She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell with his blackmail. Then she stopped.What would people say? How long would she keep her job at the libr...ary, if her superiors got an envelope in the morning mail of her wantonly fucking her seventeen-year old nephew? With that bastard Vic Edwards, her ex, already several months behind on the alimony payments, what would she do for money if she lost that job?But that wasn't the worst. What would her sister say, if she saw that Jacqui had seduced her. Me: yenga veddu enga tha adiku, adiku varren.Fruit stall lady: Vanga sir.Me: unga perru??Fruit stall lady: Nithya.And the rest of the night all I could think about was Nithya. And picturing her lips her teeth her sexy body and boobs and slight expose of hip when she best down. Solliye aaganum yenna edupu yenna madipu. Vilinduten.So my weekly purchase of fruits became to daily purchase. One day after my workout I went to her shop around 10am in my cycle and she just came from opened her shop. And Sean liked it too. She was tired of overbearing white men whothought they were the center of the universe but weren?t because, well,let?s face it, this is just one tiny planet in a very big universewhere questions of color don?t really matter to anyone except for a fewvery small-minded, very needy people who get scared in the face of allthat infinity... but that?s just fear of death, fear if life talking...Me, I don?t care about any of that... black, white, male, female... andall the other. One of the older kids spent a summer competing in sharpshooter competitions in the UK. Whenever he wasn’t shooting, he was hanging out with the Gurkha, training with them. He taught us everything he knew when he came home, mostly fighting, bayonet fighting and stalking.Let’s just say that a few of us got so good you could step on us and not know we were there. I remember one time when I was camping with the Cadets, and we played one of our usual war games. A kid from the opposing team stepped.