Kiki couldn't even recall her speaking a single word of French.Now she haltingly used a few words of English, finally, reluctantly,adapting, but in th...s house it was strictly Arabic."What is it, mama?" she replied, with a sick, rolling sensation unfoldingin her belly."Can you come to the door please? I want to speak to you."Kiki quickly used a pad to undo the small amount of make-up on her eyes,and tied her hair up into a bun. She couldn't do anything about the nailsso elected to keep her hands. He was getting tall and I had to admit filling out quite well. He gave me a shy smile his ruffled hair needing a good comb. I refrained from the motherly instinct to tell him that."Hi Darling happy birthday."He nodded looking over his shoulder."Oh hi Debbie," he said a little horse. "My mums out."I fixed him a stern stare. "Auntie Debbie, please sweetie," I chastised him stepping in the house.He gulped and moved aside.His dopey mother was indeed out and the young man placed his hands in his. I grabbed my orange shorts and a t-shirt and went to the bathroom and got cleaned up and changed. On the way out, I grabbed what was left of my cash from the other night and smiled towards Fawn who was just stumbling out of her room.“Wait, so, you’re leaving?” Meagan asked.I walked up to Meagan.“Yeah, Mother will take you guys back to Disney today, and you will have fun trying to complete your autograph books, before seeing some of the attractions there.” I explained. “Tomorrow is SeaWorld in. He is sitting in front of her on the edge of the bed. Her hair is loose, cascading down over her shoulders. One curl rests between her breasts, slightly exposed as the gown opens and she does not adjust it. He wants to grab her waist and pull her against him. Instead, he looks at his watch.Its very late, he says. She probably wants to get to bed.She is dazed, just a little, he can tell, and for a moment she looks around, as if unsure where to go. She shakes her head and as her breasts swing.