”“How far were you?” Annie demanded.Tricia shook her head. “About ... two months.”Annie held up her hand, holding her finger and thumb apart... by about a centimeter. “So they took something out of you about this big. Hardly a baby. Did you want this thing inside of you?”“No. But it was a baby!”“Oh! Really! Tell me Tricia! The other night, when you were telling Joey where babies come from. Did you tell him the full story? Did you tell him that when a man lusts after a woman very very much, and she. One Friday afternoon, our Mistresses took us all to tattoo parlours to get tattooed. The owner was a Persian American Goth who was a close friend of Nita's and the other girls' and also hated Bush and the Pentagon.Once all of four of us Germanic men were tattooed, our Mistresses forced us to display ourselves for their enjoyment.On each of our necks were the initials of our Mistresses.For Patrick, his front body said "Persian Property" and he had two nipple rings that had been attached together. But I was bothered by it. Kelly had clearly been a victim of a hard life for a variety of apparent and definable reasons. She wasn’t trying to act badass that day in Chicago; she was lonely and scared and desperate. She wasn’t thinking about how much of an adult her actions made her; she didn’t care. It was so far down her list of priorities, it would be impossible to find it.Kelly cared only about survival, in several different areas. When she approached me that day back in 1994; just four. She could handle him all by herself, anyway. But while I thought about it I bathed, groomed myself, and since I'd done all that I figured it would be a waste not to go. I went by way of the sidewalk this time and rang the doorbell just like a real guest. Veronica's younger brother, Ned, answered the door."Hi Jackie, how have you been?" he said brightly. Ned liked me. He was a nice kid, I thought as I made my way up the stairs. Sixteen, frisky, eager, and very good-looking, he seemed ready to.