When Mustapha held me in his arms and kissed my belly(which I now thought of as a full-blown sexual organ), I felt as if someentity was growing inside...of me. I felt as if I was pregnant. Not with areal baby of course, but with a vortex of tender, motherly love churninginside of me. My belly, although distended, was warm and smooth at thetouch. My belly button was jutting out as happens to a pregnant womanwhen her belly bulges out. I had mood swings, typical of hormone surges,and the definite. His fastball won't break any records, but he has a wicked slider, and can throw a variety of breaking pitches. His biggest asset, though, is that he can read the batters and throw the right pitches to catch them napping. He hits his spots, too.Money? Well, it started simply enough. With everyone living in separate dwellings, it was no longer feasible to provide such community services as food and clothing in a central location, and with the community spread out more we needed a way to equitably. Beneath the name is her date of birth and date of death. Then beneath the date of death, in a flowing, handwriting-style script almost at the very bottom of the headstone, it says, “A Loving Mother.”I assume the other grave was intended for the father. I often wondered what separated them. Did he remarry and move away after her death or were they already separated? If so, was he at all a part of their children’s lives as they grew up or did she have to raise them as a single mother. From the. I checked my watch it was only seven fortyfive he was really early.I got up and walked to the hallway and stopped in front of the mirror,straightened my clothing checked my hair and practiced my smile. Igrabbed my jacket put it on and waited for the knock on the door.My heart was beating so hard I could hear it, when the knock came eventhough I was expecting it I jumped. I could see through the glass thatthere were the silhouettes of two people one large and one small.I walked to the door and.