She'd known Jazz and the others for years, since her parents had moved to Morocco when she was in her teens. Somehow she had become a leader of the gr...up of girls and the boys who were drawn to them. She and Isabella were the only non-Muslim, non-Mahgrebis in their wide circle of friends, but that didn't seem to matter. She always seemed to be the one to whom they all turned, whether for advice on their amours or clothes or what to do next. When they went camping or gaming in the remoter areas,. I turned to her mother and asked, "How should I address you? Miss Daisy, Mom, or Mama? I never had a mom that I knew."Miss Daisy said, "All my children call me Mama and everyone else calls me Miss Daisy. If you don't have a mom and would like one, why don't you call me Mom, and I'll call you Son or Jim. Hattie tells me that it was at your insistence that she is here with me now. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that." Okay, then I guess until I know you better I'll call you Miss. Then Rahul joking said, ‘there’s no milk in your breast’. I replied, ‘does u want milk or something else.’ Then I pointed to the cold drink in the fridge. Rahul then brought a coke and poured some on my breast and licked it. Then he gave me some to lick from his chest. He kissed on my breasts like a small kid and then kissed my lips. We kissed each other naked like Adam and eve. We decided to catch a small nap. At around 5 am I saw Rahul caressing my ass and I was getting wet. I moaned in a. We planned to hit him when he was in some side alley where nobody would notice a splotch of blood, but would figure that it was just another mugging—a common event in cities of the times.Booth rode from the livery stable to the theater and hitched his horse near the rear door that the performers commonly used when leaving after a performance. It looked like now or never, so we swooped down on Booth at he was turning away from his horse. In the interests of speed and efficiency, I stabbed him.