Her long black hair was currently pulled back into a pony tail for convenience sake and the dark bags under her honey colored eyes, a gift from her fa...her, were showing the stress of the last few weeks. Her mother Helen Peterson had wanted to be a doctor all of her life and both she and her family were ecstatic when she got a scholarship to the University of Nebraska to study medicine. She’d planned for everything that is everything except meeting Kelly’s father. Walter Ucumba was an exchange. Rosita nervously squirmed in her chair, but finally sat up straight and said, “I will speak plainly of what it is. I am an unmarried lady among some married couples who want me to get together with one of the unmarried men who live down the hill. I am not interested in any of them, but the men are very insistent that I choose one of them. I can’t stay there any longer, because I do not want their hands on me or the constant reminder that I am not getting any younger.”Mom was quick to ask, “What. " I wish I was wearing slacks and a shirt but there aren't any men'sclothes in the house right now. I have no idea how long this isgoing to last but it can't get over too soon." Well you have my sympathy. If there is anything I can do just sayit." Thank you, but I can't think of anything right now."Kyle left and he got back to work. Then he had to go to thebathroom. When he entered the women's room he noticed the couchright away. Also he noticed there were perfume bottles on thecounter by the. ." Zoe," Chrissie butt in, "you know what to do."Zoe jumped into action and almost ran to her side of the bed returning with one of the little ballet pumps she had been wearing the night before. Chrissie had sat on the single chair by the dressing table by the time Zoe got back; the younger girl offered her the pump then pulled her pyjamas up her waist as far as it would go, tightening the garment over her pretty little bottom. Chrissie tapped her knee and Zoe obediently bent over it. I sat on.