" Katie did what?"Saba ignored my question. "I can usually keep her in control, but your antagonism isn't helping." I'm not going to indulge her when ...he's acting like a brat." I'm not asking you to, but could you try not to purposely piss her off?" I'll try, but no promises." Thanks!" she chirped. "Now I better go calm her down before she kills some innocent bystander."I was left shaking my head as Saba rushed out of the locker room.Katie met me just outside of the dining hall. I suspected. I get my hazel eye color from my French Canadian mother. When I told her this, Fowziyah didn’t reply for several minutes. Then, in her next Facebook message, she wrote her phone number. Call me, she wrote. I punched the number into my Blackberry. What to do now? Hesitantly I dialed Fowziyah’s number. The foxy lady from Djibouti answered on the first ring. Her voice sounded demure and sultry, not at all like the cautious gal I remembered from my office at CIBC. Hello brother, came Fowziyah’s. You’re going to need it.” I I took a big gulp anticipating what was going to come out of her mouth. “One time, right after I met your Uncle, your Mom came for a visit when you were at your grandparents. I was out by the pool while they were inside talking. I went inside to join them. I found them in the living room, your Mom was sucking her brother’s cock. And she didn’t stop because I entered the room. Your Uncle was smiling at me in the throes of obvious pleasure. Maryann stopped sucking him. She turned to her sister, thanked her again for putting them up, and kissed her sister warmly on her mouth. Once again, a first. Sue suggested we sit for lunch and implied sobering up her sister.After a chat fest and a filling lunch without booze, we asked how Lois felt. She thought for a moment before saying “Fine. But the buzz is wearing off.” She reached into her pouch and pulled out a joint. After lighting it, she took a deep hit with eyes closed before offering it to me. “You obviously.