.. food. Cindy's crazy cookies. Whatever we can get from the back door of the Desai restaurant.They tried to keep me entertained. I went to a movie wi...h them, trying to meet expectations of being a normal ten year old girl.I am not a normal ten year old girl. I visited with the one girl who was my age who still lived here in the apartment complex. It was like I was an ALIEN, and not one of the Hispanic ones, you know, but one from another planet.Tried that one day. I disconnected myself as. “I just thought, once you’re amongst them,” her father explains, “teaching won’t be so important.”“It’s the most important thing,” says his daughter, embracing him.“Even more than marrying the king?” He has teased her before, ever since her announcement at six, watching the coronation and insisting she would be the man’s mate, and the several times it got brought up over the years. And yet, now, he feels that insane proclamation, that fantasy of a girl, has every possibility of coming. I left Shirley with Myra to give her a chance to fill out her employment information, while I went down to the maintenance area to see what they wanted.What they wanted was to show me the offices they had set up for Shirley and me over near where Miss Walters offices were located. There were four rooms set up, two offices, with phones, desks and chairs. There was also a third room, one which was accessible only from off of my office. Inside was a bedroom, complete, with its own connecting. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was enough to bring him to attention!Twisting the dial on the shower he stepped under the weak spray and closed his eyes, squeezing out some shower gel and lathering up his short hair. It seemed to be taking and age.