The figure, wrapped up in a dark attire of black clothes and hanging chains, is your cousin, Jessica. Months ago her boyfriend broke up with her to da...e you and she never forgave you for 'taking' him. Even more so, she resented that you became very close to him so quickly - apparently, he bragged to Jessica about how much better at kissing you are compared to her. You dumped him when you found out, but she became even more resentful of you than ever.Finally the last present was set on your lap,. I will have no life.’ ‘She will come soon,’ said Precious. ‘We must pray.’ When, in August, Mama Mutia returned, Blen and her three friends approached her. After breakfast, consisting of a ball of boiled rice, and before the day grew too hot, they stood at her gate and called out. Mama Mutia emerged to greet and admit them, as she had many others before. Knowing they would ask to work, she examined them with a professional eye as they filed into her kitchen, picturing them cleaned up, dressed. ‘Oh yes it is. Well, I’d like it to be, anyway.’ I stared at him in astonishment. Did that mean what I thought it meant? ‘Luke–‘ ‘But let’s get you back to bed first. You’re getting cold, babe.’ Taking my hand he drew me towards the king-sized divan. ‘I promise you, if you don’t want me to stay here with you afterwards, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll sleep in the living room.’ I had no reason to disbelieve him. And after he’d arranged my pillows so that I could sit comfortably. Towering over her shoulder I see the catch 'o the night. She is tall, taller than me, with obviously frosted blond hair and blue eyes and smeared red lipstick. She appears to be about Jen's age, maybe a little younger, which means she has to be 10 to 15 younger than myself. Her blouse is unbuttoned to her navel and in the center of her chest I see a carefully place and perfect lipstick kiss. I know where she got that."Meet Lisa," Jen says and waits while I size up the woman. She has long legs.