My comment was muted, said unintentionally, just an honest acknowledgment slipping out when not expected.She gave me a shy smile, and there was a pass...ive twinkle in her beautiful eyes. I waited until I saw her relax with her hands falling open by her side and the tension lines in her face disappearing. I slowly walked to her, watching her eyes widen and tension return to her face as she stared unblinking. With the tip of a finger under her chin, I guided her head upwards and held it there as I. It was like one of those tunes that spiralledendlessly around at the front of your mind, despiteyour firmest efforts to push it away. Well, the firewould be quenched today, her yearnings finallysatisfied. She looked back into the mirror, admiringthe lithe flow of her petite figure.Like most girls her age, Angie loved wearing prettyunderthings beneath her day clothes - it was likehaving a delicious secret she could hide from the restof the world. Her brassier was a pastel-pinkwonderbra, firm and. "Have you ever heard of the Golden Rule from the bible?"Delia shook her head, so I went on, "Well, it says in the bible, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you". That's called the Golden Rule. Do you know what that means?"Another head shake."Well, it means you shouldn't steal from someone because you wouldn't want them to steal from you. You shouldn't lie to someone because you wouldn't want them to lie to you. You shouldn't kill someone because you wouldn't want them to kill you.". “I’m Lola,” shared the slender, medium-brown, vertically-challenged inmate. They sat down.Lola said, “You look pretty. We’ll just paint your face a little and fix these rags.”“Okay,” the newcomer stuttered.“So Kijani is a pretty name. Where’d you get it?”“I picked it a few years ago. It means ‘green’ in Swahili.”“Oh. Your eyes!”“Partly. It was more for me to own my identity.”“I hear you sis.”“What’s wrong with them,” Kijani asked.Lola exhaled. “That’s just Mimi and Tawny. They hateful. Mimi mad.