Underneath him, she squirmed impatiently, wanting more of this game. He happily obliged and squeezed the next piece of fruit right over her belly, the...juice pooling in her navel and then spilling out, one stream rushing fast down the curve of her stomach and becoming lost in the short forest of pubic hair that hid her other, more precious valley. He lapped the juice from her navel, drinking it up greedily, and then licked down toward the valley in between her legs, the sensation of her short. . body.He swallowed hard.A woman's body. What the hell did Mallao know about a woman's body? He sniffed in disgust, catching a whiff of hash rolling off his t-shirt. All the girls at school, and the girls at the malls dressed like white actresses on TV, they never looked at Mallao. They never looked at his thick black hair and big muscles, his good honest Philippine moustache and polyester shirts. Girls didn't want a man who looked like him.His sister didn't want a man who looked like. A handsome man. Oh, I just had to make some noise for him to noticeme. I arose from the chair and was about to shout a big 'hello!' But thenI realised that I probably should appear more casual. I wouldn't want himto think I was some desperate woman he should be scared of."Hello!" I shouted. I guess I couldn't restrain myself.He paused his jogging. He was prepared to just run past my backyard, andhe seemed focused on getting back home. For a moment I worried that Imight be about to waste his. How will I live? Yo....youcan't..can't leave me like this," he stammered."As much as I hate the idea Paul, you have given me no choice. Look whatyou let my mother do to you. You couldn't give me the baby I wanted and putyourself into a position where no one will hire you to teach. I can't evenbegin to tell you just how much you have disappointed me. I will see alawyer tomorrow and start the paper work," she replied with a single tearfalling from her eye. She was actually very upset at.