I know they speak their minds. Ialso know why they did not say anything; because it would be useless.They would have to defend anything they said. If ...heir father disagreedhe would just try to browbeat them into agreeing with him.On our way out I told Ms Hewson I was looking forward to hearing fromher about the visit. Ross tried to say that she might change her mind.I said then we would have to bring my family up here to meet them. Thatmade him relent for good. I know the last thing he wanted. Sasha and I arrived at the restaurant with fifteen minutes to spare. My hands were glued to the steering wheel. I didn’t want to let go. After some comforting words, Sasha convinced me it was time. Once inside, I began looking around and Sasha was pointing out possible candidates. ‘Are you Cecilia?’ The waitress inquired. ‘Yes I am.’ ‘The gentleman you are meeting is waiting already. Follow me.’ My hands became clammy and my body tensed up at the thought of seeing the man, or should I say. She lay there clad only in a green tank top and a pair of black cotton panties. The man then rolled her over on to her back and panned the camera across her. The man then pulled off her top and started to caress her small breasts. His fingernails were dirty and they looked even dirtier against her flawless pale skin. "I've been waiting a long time to see this" the man said and slowly worked her underwear down with one hand. He tugged gently and a few wisps of curly red pubic hair were exposed.. Selene Jennifer Fleurie. Keira's called me Jenny since kindergarten. You should call me Jenny, too, otherwise we'll all be confused." Okay. Fleurie is an interesting name. It's French, isn't it?" Louisiana. Dad's side." Here we are," Keira announced, leading me to a hotdog stand. "Just for you," she said. "I'll have the cheese dog and a diet Pepsi."Lunch was really nice. Despite the visual differences, Jenny and Keira were peas in a pod, both bright, both smart, both observant and funny. They.