” and now she whispered like it was a secret even though it was just the two of us there. “Sometimes I pretend to sleep through the whole thing.�...�The 'Sleeping Beauty thing' was all Lucy. Her game. Kind of a role play thing really but mostly in her head. We all did different role plays now and then for fun, but Lucy was the only one who could really get into it. Me, I just can't act, I guess. Can't get into character enough to make it work very well. For me at least.Cait can, but only if it's. After a brief pause, he again spoke. “In here you are a sitting duck, if you let me protect you and become your daddy, then things will go well for you,” countered Gullah.The blood drained from JP’s face and he just sat there like a deer caught in the headlights.Gullah then continued, “When we walk out of this cell in the morning, all the guys will be watching me. If I shake my head negatively, nobody will lay a finger on you. If however, I shake my head positively, things will get rather. I could go over there if I got hungry, I looked down at the bed. After all, dinner was on Mike. But how long was I supposed to stand here?Why was I standing here? Was it about the poker game? The other guys were playing too. I won, but the whole thing was Mike's idea. Now what?I started gathering my winnings while I tried to figure that out. As I was dumping the loose change, minus the Kennedy fifties and the dollar bill, into my backpack, there was another knock on the door."Yes?" I called."Ya. "I couldn't argue with that fact."Has my other father ever visited us here?" I asked."No," my mother replied. "It's far too expensive for him to fly all the way here from there. Plus, he has his other c***dren to care for, as well as his two wives."I thought about that for a moment."What about my little sisters biological father?" I asked. "Has he ever been here?" No," my mother replied again. "It's too expensive for him to do that. But, as with Omar, Osman keeps in touch with us through email..