” Babs still chuckled. how they adopted the name Roger. It was a good name and sounded much more romantic than some of the more vulgar ones. It was ...part of the wonderful guy she loved. That’s why now, she had to resolve the issue about what she found behind the wardrobe. She wanted no secrets in their relationship and definitely no inhibitions. If the magazines belonged to Mike and he had been hiding them she needed to know. Remembering some of the pictures in the magazines she took a new look. ” That was never repeated and it took quite some time before her real enthusiasm for taking my seed returned.Martina and I wrestled with her undocumented status. I was home schooling her but that wouldn’t be enough. What could we do? I started going through my connections to find an immigration attorney and Martina looked into schooling.We found a private school that wasn’t fussy about documentation, and had ESL and catch-up classes. Iza was enrolled and received lots of counseling from Martina. As I wandered among the tables of books and artwork and crafts I found myself talking to another fan. Jeff was maybe a year or two older then me and stood about five foot eleven to my five eight and a half. As we began talking and wandering among the tables we struck up a friendship and when he discovered that I did not have a place to stay for the night he invited me to sleep in his room in the extra bed. When he showed me the room Jeff and I walked in and crossed the space between the two. He had run a few staggering steps until his leg collapsed. He'd plunged into the sheltering thorn brush where he'd been found by Zareb and Sadiya.Sadiya was barely thirteen years old. She was tall for her age but thin, with oversized hands and feet; awkward in her adolescent growth. She was strong-willed, intelligent, and a leader among the other village girls.Zareb, twelve and some months old, was strong. His shoulders were nearly as broad as he was tall. His father was a bull of a man, the.