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She died in labor giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. Julep. 
Julep grew to be desi as beautiful as her mother. Pouty red lips, long golden hair, and skin the color of a china doll. Her body had a lithe fragility to it. As if mocking her mother’s final form. I remember when her breast began to bud. How she bloomed. She went from little girl on a trike to tight tween on a bike with what felt like moments. 
The neighborhood gangs leered at her. Eyes hungry and she went up and down the block with her friends. 
At ten I saw the neighbor boy caressing her while pushing her on the swing indian set, and I stopped letting her go outside to play. 
 She was now topless . . . Instead of pushing her off, however, he told her to spin around. He checked the store and laughed at the scene. Dakota kissed both chefs and asked indian if they would make her some scrambled eggs with bacon and a couple of slices of toast and a big glass of milk. Hearing my voice, the tiny hybrid tensed up and squealed. Using my hands on her hips I led her into a slower more gradual rhythm which she soon picked up on and took over. I giggled, "Rules are rules." She moans louder and louder, finishing a drag as she put the cigarette down, “shit we need to go to the bed, fuck almost burned myself,” she said. Also, she has a crush on Steve, which makes the whole thing interesting. “Yes I do but your blouse is hiding it.” He seemed relieved. If he wants you, he desi will jump at the chance. Some states were better than others, his happened to be particularly hard hit from the fallout of the bombings. They were both panting and sweating like mad. "Uh mom, I am not exactly a virgin."