I finally got her to admit it one night when I saw her crying in the kitchen. She made me promise never to tell anyone. She used a whole bunch of excu...es about how it wouldn't work, but I saw right through them. She was afraid you would hate her because she was black and you were white, and she thought you thought she was your grandfather's slave. I never knew why she felt that way, because even though I was only five years old, I could see you didn't. When I found out you were a Legionnaire, I. Jealousy gripped me. I could not explain why. She had gone almost naked for the Argentinean and for all the world to see. Now here she was with me, dressed like a fortress. Maybe that was what caused my anger? Send in the clown...Her hand touched my arm. "Bruce," she panted. "Please ... we must talk. We've got to."I surfaced from my fish tank. The hue of deep sea green lifted. Even sounds seemed to clear up. The touch of her hand was the centre of my world. I took a step back to break the. Jorge sat on the bed and adjusted himself so that he was above my head. Then he said, “you must learn to let go of control and limitation, and to accept all of the gifts that life offers you." He rubbed his hands a few times and then slowly started massaging a warm oil into my scalp using his fingers. His touch became gradually firmer as he started working his hands into the back of my neck. It felt really good and I made an involuntary groaning sound, only to catch myself, slightly. You should all come in here and have some fun with us. We are also shooting off to get some pizza for tea later. You are all most welcome to join us. The pizza will be on me! My treat!”That invitation brought an abrupt end to Philippa’s guided tour. She reasoned that Katrina and Angela had seen enough already and the afternoon was starting to warm up quite considerably making all three rush at the chance to dive into that swimming pool. The offer of free pizza was also another very strong.