In a way, he was exposed below as well. She shivered as she beheld his morning erection tenting the sheet.She carefully slipped off the mattress, wat...hing him to make sure she wasn’t disturbing him. Unfortunately, she forgot the pile of bathroom wipes next to the bed, which she’d used to clean them up with before drifting off to sleep. She winced when she stuck her knee directly into the clammy, slimy things.One more wipe remedied the results of that mishap. She crept to the tent door, and. .."He began to look at his other fingers, some were extended well pasttheir tips, while others, were just slightly beyond normal. He caughtsight of his reflection against the polished surface of the car door.It almost looked as though his lip had begun bleeding again, taking thebottom of his shirt he dabbed at his swollen lips. He leaned into thedoor and looked closer. "It looks as if I'm wearing freaking lipstick!"He gasped as he pulled at the bottom of his shirt. "What's going onhere?is the. . cause I'm half-Mexican?" What?" Angie giggled. "I didn't think about it. What's your last name?" Oh," I giggled because that seemed like a weird question after all the kissing and stuff. "Madeiros. Um ... Samantha Salinas Maria Madeiros," I kinda rolled my eyes cause I knew that was way too much name just for me. "What's yours?" Samantha Madeiros?" she was giggling. "I'm Angela Faye Thompson. Boring huh?" Uh-uh," I shook my head. "No. Angela Faye is pretty." Sam Madeiros ... Hmmmm..." Angie. We cut to an interview with the old man from the back of the bakery - Clive ... Now sitting on the edge of a bed at home. He’s jovial, almost seeming to be on the edge of a state of shock. He speaks with a strong Jamaican accent having spent the first 20 years of his life over there.“My daughter is the only thing that matter to me ... Her mother died when she was only little, and she’s been my world ever since...”Cut to Mikayla, sitting on the side of the same bed, but at a different time..