They had begun to get acquainted as the two of them watched over Julie while the others were out looking for Bobby.Now, as Julie dozed peacefully, wit...h no warning Leticia turned and swatted her brother on the side of his head."Oww! What's that for?" asked Morton.Leticia fixed him with a glare. "What the hell were you thinking? Running off to rescue Julie and Bobby, and leaving me behind with the old folks at the wedding reception! Butt head!"Morton looked back at her sheepishly. It was an. We got dressed for the day. I wore a white satin blouse and red mid-length skirt with white 2 inch heel pumps with beige lacy hold upstockings. Mommy and Patricia helped with my make-up and hair. I wasleaning it to do myself. The act of applying eye shadow to my eye lidswas suck a feminine action and I loved to do it and get it right.Mommy went her doctor's appointment midmorning while Patricia and I satdown began making lists for our wedding. I used Mom's laptop to go online and set up an. .? Fuck sake, it’s endless. They’re obsessed with me. They treat me like some kind of deity, so I started calling them pilgrims.The problem is, technically I’m one of them. I’m mixed race, half Bahraini, yes I’m as hot as the desert and half English – hence the foul mouth. I dress in Western clothes and possess a liberal attitude. The whole package drives my South Asian classmates mad.It’s not that I have a particular problem with my South Asian pilgrims either, they’re usually good looking,. "Bud threw the ball in from the baseline to Cal in the backcourt, and Sharon set up at the edge of the circle. Almost immediately, Bud whistled and moved toward Sharon. One of the boys had just gotten in position to guard her, and when she broke toward the basket, the boy ran right into Bud's pick. Cal put up a soft lob, and Sharon took it in for 3-0. The young girls on the sideline were in complete approval.This time, Pat never got the ball. After a couple of nice passes, one of the boys went.