Jo spent several minutes fixing her make-up while I held a little hand mirror she kept in her purse.“How do I look?” she asked again, puckering he... lips. “Like a future porn star,” Mike answered quickly.Jo beamed with pride.We didn’t need to take a car. We just grabbed a couple of the black girls and walked over to the sidewalk in front of the building. Mike and I each carried portable camcorders to capture everything. We started filming with Jo and the others just standing around chatting.. I rest my head on yours, smelling the sweetness of your hair, and drift off into a dreamless sleep. We both wake at the same time as the room has begun to chill since the fire is dying on the grate. I lift you into my arms and carry you to our bedroom where I quickly disrobe you and slide you under the warmth of our down comforter. Doffing my own clothes, I slip in beside you. Now fully awake, we move into each others loving arms and, lying side by side with our bodies pressed together, we. "She didn't tell you everything, and she needs to. She's getting worse."A dad's work is never done. I lifted Lisa off my lap and set her on her feet, then got up and went looking for Sammi. I finally found her sitting on the back porch, staring off into the distance. I sat next to her, while Lisa waited inside. Sammi looked up as I sat down."Go away! I don't want to talk to you. Leave me alone," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. I pulled her head down on my shoulder and put my arm. But that didn't prepare me for what I found “south of the border”.I had flown down to San Diego for a short vacation with an old friend from the Bay Area. He already had some experience with the girls across the border, so I let him be my guide.As we drove down to the border and were crossing it, my friend kept emphasizing that Tijuana is not in the United States, that it was in a different country, so I must remember that my rights as an American mean little down there. This was good advice.