I tried every way I could to talk this out with you, but you seem to think just because we were getting married that you own me. That has not happened... and never will. Now, I suggest you go pack your things and move to an empty room until we can call for a helicopter for you. When you leave here, I don't ever want to look at your face again for any reason. To clarify a point, I am no one's servant, and if you had bothered to ask me or Jon, we would have told you that the house we live in belongs. That day was when she started teaching me the five rules I told you about.”“And then you got to use what you learned the next week with Katie?”“Yeah,” I nodded, “Becky would teach me one week, taking things just a little farther each time, and then Katie and I would do that much the next weekend.”“So, Katie wasn’t your first?” Mom asked. “Becky had you that weekend before Katie’s birthday?”“That’s right, Mom,” I replied, “are you disappointed in me?”“No, I guess not,” Mom shrugged. “I’m amazed. There's nothing you can do to change the course of anything, its become bigger then you know how to handle. You're in over your head, the world is eating itself because you've been allowing everything to slowly build, allowing it to become what destroys you. This is your new world, everything breaking down, watching as monsters of the earth rear up, taking away everything The dust kicks up, sweeping your feet out from under you, slamming you against a downed tree. You feel your blood flowing. I asked her: how can a girl like me with no figure and no breasts get such a high rating? Was the Brothel that short of talent? Well, she told me, if I cut my hair and dressed right then the sky would be the limit! And as they say, the rest is history." It must be very strange to dress and look like a boy all the time. What can your customers be thinking?" Don't be so naïve, Ana!" laughed Zabba, lighting another cigarette as the waiter returned with three milky coffees on a tray and placed them.