. "I don't understand," he finally answered."For one so smart," she stated as she stroked his cheek, "you often don't understand the intelligence of t...e heart. Let me explain, lest you think I am cruel towards the memory of the dead. In the midst of this death, I want to reaffirm life. I want the cry of a baby to declare the day in this time of blood and violence. I want new life in our black world of near destruction. We need a baby; our tribe needs a baby. Do you understand?" I do and I. As she talked, I kept looking at the movements of her sexy lips. She had large, soft lips which moved in a refined manner when she talked. But I was sure that she was illiterate. I asked her if she had attended school, and she said that for five to six years. She used to go to a school in the adjoining village. But when her mother died she had to stop education and do house-work. She went on talking and I kept on throwing glances at her nice lips. Soon, I was having a hard on. I imagined her. "Uh, Coach, number thirteen?" hinted Mark."Oh, right!" Said Sarah quickly as she remembered Yolanda's instructions. "Who is number thirteen?" That'd be me, Coach," said a tall, wiry guy with long blonde hair, which was tied in the back."You're the kicker!" Stated Sarah, recognizing the hair and its style. "You kicked in the field-goal." Yeah," said the kicker, trying to hide his smile of accomplishment. "My name is Jeremy. Uh, Coach? I'll understand if you don't want to. I mean ... well, you. "Polly took over. "We want to leave in four days, and it will be your first ride on Air Force One!"I loved her for how she tried to soften the blow, but I could see that the truth was more than she was saying. "How bad is it?" I asked gently, almost afraid of hearing the answer.Polly blinked twice, a sure sign that I had surprised her by seeing through their happy talk. Hawk cleared his throat, and said, "There might be some complications from the attack on you, and we think Doctor Abrams is.