He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Why she noticed that didn’t make sense, she never paid attention to that stuff. She asked him, ‘If you’re no... busy or too tired, I could fix you something to eat.’ She saw the look on his face, ‘No I’m not suggesting anything. I am grateful though.’ He smiled. It was a genuine smile, ‘Not today, but how about if I took you out. You’d be paying me back with your company, and I’d be showing my gratitude by taking you to dinner.’ She smiled, a date, she hadn’t had. Guys and girls were gyrating on the makeshift dance floor, but I just wasn't in the mood to be put down that night, so I just mingled and enjoyed the party.I found some guys playing billiards in an adjacent game room, so I waited my turn to play the winner. I lost, and returned out to the main room to get another cup of panther piss beer.Finding a corner to stand in, a guy I knew from my Computer Science class came over and we talked a while about the homecoming game, and joked about what we'd. It wasn’t long before he was able to latch on to a truck convoy loaded with merchandise headed west. He kept his mouth closed and his eyes open. He was lucky. The truck driver was a member of the Gbaya tribe, the C.A.R.’s largest ethnic group. The Gbaya and the other largest group, the Banda both had low opinions of the Muslim Sudanese. Kim had found safety. After a four day trip across the arid southern Sahara Kim started to note an increase in vegetation. He knew he was getting close to his. ” She smiles, giving comfort to Zaria. “So if you can’t have him all the time, have him when you can. And be discreet about it. Tell him that is what you want. Tell him that it can be enough. Can it be?”“I guess,” Zaria answers, dropping her head down. “But there goes his baby.”“Not necessarily true,” Yesenia says slyly. “It might take you to get a little slutty like I suggested though.” Zaria looks at Yesenia quizzically. “I’ve actually had my dad agree to give me his baby,” she continues in.