Stop this terrible thing, but she found that her limbs would not move. Her own daughter was being used... used like a dirty whore right in front of he...r eyes, and the paralyzed mother seemed unable to do anything about it. Her hands tightened into trembling fists. God, what was the matter with her? She felt as if she were rooted in cement!Somewhere deep down inside herself, Paula knew what it was that held her back; her own guilt! Who was she to call her daughter wrong? After all, I've been. ‘You horror’, her favorite words to me when she didn’t get her way. I knew they were always said with love. I told her that I’d talk to her later on, but she needed to get to the pub soon to get her surprise, so with disappointment that I was cutting off our phone conversation, she hung up. I sat at the bar and asked the older man behind the bar for a glass of water. He smiled at me as he got the glass of water I asked him for and sat it down before me on the counter. He asked what a Yank would. This was my body, and I wanted to know everythingabout it. If my parents wouldn't tell me, I'd have to find theinformation myself.Pansy's having a period! Pansy's having a period!No way on God's green earth was that ever going to happen to me.I had to act. I had to take control of the situation, and soon.But how?Who should I talk to, and how much would it be wise to tell them?It was then that I began to realise that keeping quiet about thediscoveries I'd made had been the right thing to do. I. Unter dem Stetson wippt das zum Pferdeschwanz gebundene hüftlange, weißblonde Haar. Am rechten Oberschenkel glänzte im tief geschnallten Holster der silberne Kavallerie-Colt und an den Cowboy-Boots mit den Silberspitzen klirren leise Stiefelkettchen. Die blank polierten, fast knielangen Schäfte spiegeln beim Aufklappen der kurzen Schlitze an den Chaps das Sonnenlicht. Der kostbare Indianerschmuck und das Hutband sind mit Türkisen besetzt.Die Nacht hatte sie -- in ihrer Decke eingerollt -- unter.