I looked down on the seat next to me, totally bewildered. My dress was there, neatly folded, and so was my bag. Frantically I rifled through it but ev...rything seemed to be there: computer, phone, purse, credit cards, keys. But no sign of Rebekka, nor her clothes. I slipped on my dress and rubbed my eyes. As they became more accustomed to the light I was able to read a large banner on the opposite wall: ‘The Human Body and Mind as Art – this is not a performance but a free expression of the way. Faith had that prematurely tan skin somehow getting more of her mothers traits than her dad. She had his curly hair that was for sure. Her Annie resembalnce when she didn’t mousse her hair making more sense now. She also had her dad’s ambling gait, his sailors mouth and his unflinching bravery.The man who “raised” her always knew she wasn’t his daughter and only knew a black man was her father. So he hated all black men for taking what was his, because Margo never wanted another child. And. ’ Joyce stood there staring at me as I sat. Jeanne moved over in front of me. ‘Okay, now watch me.’ Jasmine waited for the music, which was playing on some radio station, to start a new song. Then she turned and did her patented hip and butt wiggle against my crotch. ‘You have to make contact with their crotch. Men love that and it will increase the number of dances you get and your tips.’ She then stood up and pulled off the t-shirt that she was wearing, revealing herself to be wearing only. ” “I,m sore now, Daddy, but can,t wait to do this with you again.” she smiled mischieviously. “Well this old man is tired now and needs sleep!” I laughed at her determination. She fell asleep in my arms and later I dreamt my late wife was kissing me and then giving me a slow special blow job till I exploded filling her greedy mouth with thick gooey gravy. I opened my eyes to see it was my daughter Sindy licking her lips like a cat, smiling as she realised I,d wakened, bits of my fresh semen.