That was the little bottle of activator.If Cindy is the catalyst, Terri is the activator. I don't know what the deal is, genetically speaking, but Ala...n has sort of sandy blonde hair. Terri's blonde. 'Me' blonde. Mom says Terri (her adopted grand-daughter) looks like me at that age. Terri, according to the Community, is my 'mini-me'.So I went to have breakfast with Tina and Mini-me. When I hit the sidewalk, I saw Cindy heading towards me. And Nikki. And they were giggling."We're engineering. She made her way towards the bar, blue stage lights bearing down on the black marble surface, Amanda’s reflection rather distorted, her eyes bugged out, egg shaped. ‘Whiskey sour,’ Amanda said, lightly tapping the bar as she pulled out a ten from her wallet, her financial windfall decreased by seven dollars and fifty sense. She thought of all the times that she had tried to kick. There was that one blissful moment, a moment of sobriety. Her apartment was actually livable, magazines stacked up. It was refreshing to be the one doing all the talking although I was nervous I’d put my foot in my mouth. Dad told me there was nothing to be worried about when he noticed and said as long as I told him the truth things would work out.Dad asked me why I called Charity “Mom” now. He wasn’t mad at all. I told him what Stacy had told me about having three slave dads and how she treated all of them equally the same. Stacy explained that at Sunny Manor they call that a “Slave Mom” Or “Slave. Tina had a bachelorette party to go to and she was going to be gone until late so I figured-let her go have fun and just chill with the guys. Tina was just leaving when the guys showed up. We all whistled at her because she was dressed very sexy as she left. We started to play poker and the good old times stories were being told and we were having a great time. We were pretty buzzed and of course the conversation eventually shifted to sex, and the guys mentioned how hot my Tina looked tonight..