.. Insulted me," I said, fighting to keep my voice down. "He was talking bad about me and refusing to do what I told him to and..." Shoot!" She grinne...d. "I thought he done raped you, girl!" What? He insulted me! He was talking back like I'm some kinda..." Some kinda negra?" Mercy reminded me. "That's what you is." It's not funny!" I hissed. "I want that boy whipped. I'll do it myself." You gone have to talk to suh bout that, girl," she said. "Ain't no whippin' round here but he say so." You. My face is "done up" conservatively except for my nails and lip-stick,all deep red.I give the impression of a typical southern matron. I see you approach and catch your eye and hold it for a moment before I drop my gaze to your crotch.By the time you stop in front of me a huge bulge has me slowly running my tongue over my red lips before I look up to see your handsome face.We introduce ourselves and you ask if I've ever been to the "secret spring"?When I say no,you ask if I'd like to see it? I. I think it’s become a way to get parents and teens to spend as much for a night of pretension as for a wedding. Our limo wasn’t the only one, by a long shot. In fact, it wasn’t the longest one, either. I couldn’t believe they make a Hummer limo. We watched five couples emerge from it and the driver let a line of us peek inside to see the luxurious seating and bar. He wasn’t moving because the couples who went to the prom left about an hour later and were spending the rest of the night driving. " Susan hugged the girl tightly and added, "Darling, I want you to know something. You see, I will never be able to have children of my own." As she said it tears came to her eyes but she tried to smile anyway. "So, you and your friends are now my children. I can't tell you how wonderful it makes me feel."But darling, do you know what God just did? When I was here before, he heard my prayers and allowed me take your pain into my body. Then he must have heard Colette's prayer that she be allowed.