He quickly read her last words over and over. Did she really mean that?daddyjack: Ronni?daddyjack: You're not really ... Ronni?A small creak in the fl...oor outside his office made Jack jump. Then he thought he heard a similar sound on one of the stairs. Ronni was indeed going to Emily's room."Oh fuck, no!" Jack said emphatically to himself.He hit the x in the corner of the instant message window and nearly leaped from his chair on his way to the door. Knowing better than to fling it open and bolt. According to this security guard, the store had a policy of asking people to leave their bags at the counter. Yet that day, the policy only applied to me. Why? I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. I am a black man in America. And I’m entering a department store. Of course my presence makes the store owners, clients and personnel nervous. Of course they must ask me to leave my bag at the counter. It’s all part of Racial Profiling 101. In the eyes of America’s rulers, all. She went to prison for three months, and was left there for eight months? Shit! That’s callous. Melinda winced realizing that Georgina wasn't getting the full story almost accepting that female prisoners had to accept abuse, if they went prison.Yep! To rot!You're telling me that I could go to prison to kissing someone. Malinda calmed her down. Caught kissing in public, and someone complains; that's the two bits to keep in mind. Look, those are only official statistics, and those are. Even if it wasn’t a real date, I didn’t welcome the idea. I liked my solitude, much like Piccolo in Dragon Ball Z. The peace of my surroundings and being able to understand my own thoughts was something I enjoyed. However, I saw her point, and was on board with changing myself in a more social way. I could make new friends, gain new experiences, and shape my life for the better.We got out of the rental car and headed inside to find my siblings and Mother at the table having some.