“Nobody could have done that,” she said, puzzled. “You swear you didn’t do that to me overnight?””“Swear to God,” Maria said. “Hey, ...someone did mine, too. And it was as thick as the hair on my head.”“I guess that was part of the deal,” Susan shrugged. “Oh, well. Turn around, sweetheart. Time for me to return the favor.”“Aunt Susan?” she asked as she offered her mane of black hair.“Hmm?” she purred as she reached for the shampoo.“How old am I now?” Maria asked.“Physically, you’re 18 years old. They arrived at the shallow end, where Zabba stood to rub the water out of her eyes and to reveal where she shaved to make her look even younger. Ana crouched down in the water, still too shy to stand and openly display her body."What do you think of the Brothel, Ana?" Zabba wondered. "Do you share Binta's negative opinions?" Ana nodded her head. "Well, you're new here, and I'm sure you'll come to take a much more liberal view of it, like your predecessor. Perhaps like her you'll be tempted to. My resolve weakened. Despite my belief that I was in the right, I fell into my usual trap of wanting to make her happy. She truly was the "little princess" -- not just the Disney brand, but the youngest-girl-in-the-family variety.She could see in my moment of hesitation that my resolve was beginning to waver. "Okay, let's go -- but we're back here before dark," I ordered. The frills in her Cinderella sash crinkled between us as she gave me a quick hug."Don't worry," she quipped, "Nobody's. "Bruce, the phone. It's wifey, said Janie, my morning back up. Janie, Juan the cook, and Lisa and Helen were there for the breakfast crowd. The bar wouldn't open until 4:00PM, but Sancho's was open 6:00AM to 2:00AM seven days a week; but, only food and nonalcoholic drinks until 4:00PM. "Hi, honey," said Sam, "just calling to say hello." "Backatcha," I said. "Got a full day?" "No, not really. Just stuff around here to take care of," she said. "Well, I do," I said. "Got a ton to do today..