Although I ate everything momfixed (even veggies), I never seemed to put on weight. I had auburnhair, light eyebrows and long eyelashes. Even though...I had somewhatshort hair people sometimes thought I was a girl. I mean I was neverever what would be called a boy's boy. I hated sports or rough housing,had a fear of heights. I preferred music, art and dance. I also readpoetry. I also refused to wear jeans or cordoroy pants.Mom was really fearful that I too would wind up joining a gang. . ?” ?There was that F sound again,? ?just like Fucking and Feet and Fetish.? ?Once she got her lunch items unwrapped,? ?I gave her a devilish smile and asked,? “?Are you new here??” She looked at me with the most liquid eyes the color of obsidian.? ?She was quite pretty and slender,? ?with long legs poking out from the kind of skirts nuns wear.? ?And she was wearing black patent leather high heels?! ?Her skin was a warm chocolate brown.? ?She was wearing a wedding ring,? ?a minor obstacle.? ?10?. I took this as a compliment and hugging her gave her a peck on the cheek.The door bell rang another parcel I thought. I put on a robe and padded down stairs, yes another parcel this time from Anne Summers. I was pleased as I thought this was most important.I floated back upstairs to find Margaret gulping her gin and tonic, I walked over and kissed her cheek. Easy tiger I said. She hugged my waist. She stood up and as a women in her late 50's early 60's she looked stunning. Just a little. "And then he released yet more tears on a pillow already damp with proof od his grief and despair.Gabrielle placed a comforting hand on his bare back, but recognised the need for restraint. Ghazi was no longer in the mood for sex that was his original excuse for seeking her company. What he wanted from her was nothing more than sympathetic companionship which somehow meant more to him when it came from a woman who wasn't Indian or Pakistani, who wasn't Muslim or Hindu, but who understood at.