After hanging up Tamina went through her Rolodex to get Robert’s phone number. Dialing it she heard. “Sorry, the number you are calling is no long...r in service. Please hang up and try again,”“Shit,” she mumbled. “It fucking figures.”As she got ready to dial the hospital and ask Tony for Robert’s new number the office door opened.“Hi again Tamina,” said a familiar voice. “Keeping that pussy warm for me?”Tamina glared at Robert and stated, “My pussy is none of your business. And thank you for. My brother.”“What about the girl who claimed you fathered her baby?”“She’s just confused,” I said. “Given all the facts, I can see why she believed I was the father of her little girl, but DNA says I’m not. My friend Bethany, who’s a licensed psychologist, says that Carla, that’s the woman’s name, is suppressing some memory.”“Not lying?”“Nobody thinks she’s lying. That’s why it’s such a mystery.”“Surely Dante isn’t on your ‘nice’ list!”“Dante is an interesting guy. Sure, he’s not the kind of. I was perfectly aware of what that entailed as Jackie and I wererequired to attend the ballet classes while we were enrolled in MissJohnson's School for Girls.We walked so quickly that I didn't really feel all that uncomfortablewalking around the neighborhood with three girls in their ballet clothesto the girl's school. And here I was carrying my pink dance bag like apurse. I held Miss Janet's hand and Gloria and Tina walked in front ofus.Tina is just starting to develop and I could see she was. “That’s where I want your hands,” she said. “Get to work.” I massaged her breasts over her bra, rubbing the palms of my hands over the buds of her nipples pushing against the fabric. “Inside the bra…I want to feel your hands on my tits,” she added. I slid my hands inside her bra and felt the most luscious breasts imaginable. They were full and very soft, pliant and yet well-formed, and her nipples were thick and round, like small marshmallows atop her breasts. I cupped her breasts and caressed.