God – now he thinks you are hot as R mom’‘u luv ur bro don’t u – I can tell’‘more than you’ll ever know’‘he’s lucky n so r u.’...‘mom said we could luv u if u r OK with us luvin u’‘did she really – I hope u r not teasing – I would luv to luv U N G – I have no kids and I luv U already’‘we luv U already 2 – that’s the reason G’s c thing is so swollen’‘c thing – like cock’‘yes – just a like big one’‘just a sec – got a text from R B’‘tell her hi for me’Mom was leaning over Rachel’s left shoulder, and. Her body shook with fear; not only of her upcoming mutilation, she knew most women in Somalia and other places in Africa had this done routinely, as a coming of age ritual, but of what it meant. She would not leave this place alive. Her last gleam of hope would be gone. All the slave girls, in the compound, lived in the hope, not of being freed, that just did not happen, but of being sold to some other, perhaps less cruel, less sadistic master; anyone, they believed, would be better than. The strangest thing is that the others knew. For example, I came in thirdfor best looking girl in my senior year. The one who won was alreadytransitioning.I was actually attacked at the age of twelve by a boy who goosed mejust because he wanted to find out if I was a boy or girl. When hefound out he laughed. He laughed as I lay on the ground protectingmyself. The physical pain of him grabbing my balls dissipated quickly,but the pain of the humiliation and my feeling violated lasted a longtime.I. "It's windy more often than not here. You remember the beck we walked along before we got to the house last night? An Archimedes Screw Generator. There's always water coming off the hills. I have enough for my own use, and sell to the national grid." I don't understand," she queried, "that must have cost a lot. How... ?"He was quiet."I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to pry." It's cold," he said. "Let's go back to the house and I'll make you some coffee. I have biscuits."Then he grinned,.