I missed having my mom with me. Icouldn't hug her and spend time with her while wearing the wig like Icould now. Sarah didn't have any family with her... and I was beginning torealize how much that hurt.We saw another building with a sign that read "Cavies"."What are cavies?" I asked."I don't know," my mom smiled. "Let's find out."We walked inside and found that 'cavies' meant 'rabbits', and there werehundreds of them! There were different varieties, sizes, and colors. Iwas surprised to see that. True, it had been a couple of years, and Faith's hair was chopped short and copper streaked, but it wasn't like she'd had plastic surgery. The k*d was very, very stoned.The k*d also kept dancing, that little skirt swishing and her breasts bobbing, nipples poking through the fine mesh of her shirt. She looked like exactly the kind of girl Faith took home when she was in a certain kind of mood, though that mood usually involved some pent-up aggression and a lot of beer.Faith was starting to get. It was if I'd really offended her in some way. But the more she avoided me, the more I became obsessed with our maid - going into her room whenever she went down to the shops or when she went to church with my parents, picking up her panties that she'd changed out of and sniffing them, or smelling her discarded pyjama bottoms or her nightie. I knew Chi-chi didn't have a boyfriend (at least not in Manila) and so I wondered whether she was masturbating herself after hearing Annabelle talking of. “How do I look”? she asked. I studied her long brown shoulder length hair, dark black eyebrows, long dark eye lashes, blue eye shadow, pink lips, purple choker, her long red dress with a slit in the side revealing her red nylons and her red heels. "You are beautiful my love," I answered. Christina grabbed my hand and we sat on the edge of the bed. I brushed my had against her cheek and looked deep in her eyes as my lips touched hers. We kissed and petted over and over, tongues moving in and out.