"Shall I tell you how Bob is?" I shouted.For the next fifteen minutes she listened, ashen faced, while I told her whom I'd met."Right, I want to know ...he real version! True version! Not the bullshit version. I know lots of details – and yours better match." She started to cry. "Don't try that trick again, it won't work," I sneered.It's difficult to convey to the reader the mood and atmosphere of what happened next. She was guilt – ridden, ashamed, embarrassed, scared of making me more mad with. "No, I appreciate the offer. But it isn't necessary. I'm so happy now that I have to keep checking to see if I'm not dreaming this. Before long I'm going to be black and blue all over from pinching myself."Gregg put a stern expression on his face and said, "You are not too old to spank young lady. If I say you get a signing bonus then damn it, you get a signing bonus!"Then he smiled and said, "You aren't going to try to tell me that you couldn't use the money are you? It sounded to me like you. "Any words yet?" Yeah, she says 'Mama' now." Mama?" Chris's mum looked at Shahia with amusement on her face."Oh yes, Hassan and Alyssa are teaching her that. They think it's a great joke."Chris's mum smiled and looked towards the pool. "How old are Hassan and Alyssa?" Hassan is twelve, and Alyssa is ten." You know that I know what Chris knows?"Shahia nodded."So, how have Hassan and Alyssa been coping since your parents died?"Shahia frowned. "It's really hard to know. Sometimes I think they're. I tried to explain to him that I had no idea what Tiffany had been up too. I got hit in the stomach and had my face pushed into the toilet. That hadn’t happened to me in a couple of years but it sure didn’t feel any better. Then of course a teacher caught me coming out of the bathroom and sent me to the Principle’s Office. Apparently she too had heard all about me being the Dildo Model. Her daughter was Sadie the Head Cheerleader of course.Soon my sister Tiffany was called into the Principle’s.