"Yes, Heck, I'm sure. We definitely had different mothers."I nodded, dumbly, staring at her. I just couldn't take my eyes off her. It was as if I was ...itting with Mom before I really knew her."Well anyway, Heck, I've brought these things." Samantha pulled the straps of a cloth bag off her shoulder and pulled them over her arm. She put the bag on the couch between us. "I know you really want me to be on my way, so..."I put my hand out and caught her by the wrist. It was like getting an electric. It couldn't do any harm, could it?I raked around in my memory and the Japanese dictionary. "Sumimasen. Anata ga ushinawa reru nodesu ka?" (Excuse me ... are you lost?)Her expression brightened slightly. "Watashi wa watashi no yujin ga watashi o mitasu tame ni kitai shite ita."She lost me after the first two words. "Sumimasen," (sorry, or excuse me) "Wakarimasen"(I don't understand)"I ... expect ... my ... fi ren do ... to be here." Ah! Sou desu." (Ah, I see) "Anata wa doko ni ikimasu?" "you go. .” She put a finger on my heart and on my head, “these are the things that made Dave and Brindy love me. I was a scared girl, but I saw goodness and kindness in Dave and made my mind and heart up that we belong together. Now we have Brindy. Is Brindy blonde?”“No.”“Is Brindy loved?”“She is loved. I can look at Brindy in her day and know she is loved.”“It is what YOU are inside that makes you loved, not the color of your hair. And you and I, we see Latinas who try to be blonde...”I nodded. She is. As we talked I openly told him how I was in a constant state of sexual arousal and how easy t was to set me off.He diagnosed my problem as to my being hyper hormonal, the talk alone triggered a reaction, 'Are you feeling horny now Mariel', he asked me, leaning forward and touching my knee, just below the hem of my skirt?'I think so', I replied bashfully, this adult talk was a little embarrassing.'I think I would like to take a look down there', he said, his voice was thicker, and I got his.