When she had struggled after him, calling to him, cursing him, he never once turned to look at her, but he never seemed to get farther than fifty or s...ixty meters in front of her either. She had lugged the briefcase along, unwilling to leave it behind, until her arms hurt so much she had to stop and put it on the ground while she rested.But she wouldn't leave it.When he saw what was holding them up, he went into the jungle and came back with long, thin leaves of some plant that he wove into a. You sigh, and at that moment bump a chair with the cart. A box falls offand as it hits the floor a bottle explodes spraying you with a smellychemical. Suddenly the girls are all around you. "Are you all right?"they ask. As you mumble an answer out of the crowd of girls comes awoman. She is tall, wears 4" heels and tight black pants, and has longblack hair. It is Miss Vicki, the owner of the salon. "What have we gothere?" she says with a smile. You mumble your name and then she sees. “Because I’m so young? Or because Ean is my brother?...”“It’s exactly as the doctor said,” her voice flowed so softly. “Even in the healthiest of women, there’s a fifteen to twenty percent chance it can happen. It could have been a bad egg or defective sperm,”“No,” I butted in, “those were both great.”Mom smiled and lifted her arm up to hold my cheek in her hand. Caressing the top of it with her thumb, she just looked so caringly into my eyes.“Can I try for another one,” I asked not sure. She can also handle her alcohol as we all could at that age. She was working with this guy named Aaron. Aaron was a bit younger than her. He had the typical long mullet kind of hair that most kids had in the early 90’s. He was a little taller and stockier than her and had a mustache. The impression that I had when I first met him was that he didn't seem really educated. Don’t get me wrong, he seemed like an okay kind of guy. Just suppose I never had much of an impression of him when I met him..