I followed it all in the papers and on TV, trying to distract myself from my own misery with that of the world around me. I tried to catch up on life,...on politics, on my few friends, but mostly they just depressed me further.There were myriad radical groups, communists, anarchists, feminists, some content to demonstrate, others taking it further, even blowing up public buildings with home-made bombs, like the Angry Brigade, most of whom had now been captured and locked away for years. I would. And went on to tell her that we had to go up there so as she could appolagise. I told her to get dressed and when she came down she was wearing a knee length skirt and a white blouse.We got in the car and i drove up to the restaurant.i knocked on the door and the owner let us in relocking the door once we were inside.The owner called out to someone out the back and the waiter came walking in.Susan immeadiately began to tell him how sorry she was.The owner stopped her and told her that behaviour. “Ngozi?” I said with a smile when the black one told me her name. “You are my sister then. I am a Nigerian too. I am sure you can tell by my accent.”“Sure,” Ngozi replied with a giggle. I examined her anatomy speedily, just as I had done Christine’s. She too had a full, curvy figure, but slightly not as curvy as Christine’s. In the ass department, Christine was queen of all three. However, Ngozi had bigger, juicy looking breasts though and I could imagine laying my head on them after a long,. From the other line I can hear my mother begin to cry abit."Alexa. You were wonderful on TV tonight, as was Jenny. I am so proudof you" I hear through the cracking voice of my mother. To hear mymother not only say she was proud of me, but to call me Alexa started tobreak the ice a little."Thanks mom," I say before moving on to the more important item. "Howabout you? Are you doing OK?" I'm fine," she tells me before breaking down into to tears over thephone. My heart was breaking at that.