Rape and sodomy were not part of her torture, though she was repeatedly told that this was because she was so physically unattractive that no soldier ...could be found who was willing to perform these acts.Many of the questions seemed innocuous, but Margery often could not answer them.The interrogator asked, "What colour is the wallpaper in the anteroom to the Senior Officers' Mess at the camp you were taken to?" but although she racked her brains she could not answer, no matter how often or how. Tu ek vaishya ke beti hai toh tujhe sharam kyun aa rahi iss mein.Didi chup rahi, fir ekdum se boli, “Kya dad aur hum bach jaayenge?” Yeh sunte hi mom ko ehsaas ho gaya ki didi maan gayi hai.“Haan beti, paiso ke liye na sahi apne parivar ke liye kar, toh kya main haan samjhun,” mom boli. “Haan mom, main karungi, agar aap kar sakti ho toh main kyun nahi.”“Main aapko aur dad ko kabhi paiso ki kami nahi honey dungi, jaise aapne kabhi humein nahi honey di. Main bhi ek randi banungi.”Mom khushi se. Suddenly the driver’s voice came over the intercom, announcing that we’d arrived at the Prom.Fay couldn’t stop giggling. “Happy?” He asked her. Fay nodded and handed him her panties. “Here ... a souvenir, followed by even more giggling. “I think I love you, Mark.”“Yeah,” he responded, “Me too.”That appeared to satisfy her. That said, they kissed, swapped some spit and then moved inside to join the rest of their class at the Prom.After that they repaired their clothing and she giggled until they. No one would be expecting to hear from her for the next week and a half at least. She had her small daypack ready with just the items they had been instructed to bring and now she only had to get dressed and go to the house. Get dressed, indeed! A pair of short shorts and a blue tee shirt. That and her shoes and socks. With the way she was currently feeling this outfit seemed to make her bikini seem less revealing. Of course she knew that in these clothes no one would really give her a second.