It'd probably be something along the lines of, "I ACCEPT YOU!" as I simultaneously thrust into her. Or it might be something else similar; I was still...tossing around ideas among the other conversational threads we were having (we multitask our conversations far more than I write herein. There are thirty two of us, and it's not as if any of us ever have anywhere else to go, so we have a LOT of conversation. Take it from me thirty two times, you really don't want to read all of our conversations,. "Abrielle," Loren said, "is that your daughter? I heard her call you maman."She drew in a breath. "Yes, Loren. She's my little girl." What's her name?" Nicole." Nicole ... pretty. Is she your other obligation?"Abrielle nodded. "She is indeed. I'm raising her as a single mother. She really ties me down, Loren." I imagine she does. She doesn't look much like you. Is she adopted?" No, she's mine. She looks like her father." Where is her father? If you don't mind..." He's out of the picture." A. Since no-one else is at the school, I go into the cubicle with her and watch as she stands over the bowl and lifts her dress up around her waist,"Aren't you going to sit down?" I ask, hoping that she won't,She looks up at me with those beautiful big eyes of hers,"Well you won't be able to watch will you miss?" Do you like me watching you?" Ooh yes miss, it makes me feel nice"As she speaks, the flow begins, a beautiful, slightly golden trickle tinkling into the water in the bowl."That's. It didn't make the pain or the loneliness I felt any less painful or lonely.She nodded. "Rita warned me about this happening. She said you were special, and she wasn't referring to your condition." She leaned forward. "Isn't there anyone in your classes that interests you?"I shook my head. "No. Besides," I grinned at her wryly, "when you've had the best, the rest just don't measure up." John!..." Her voice broke a little, choked up."I know, Lisa, I know. I was just kidding. Sorry. I talked with.