“Ok, so are you going to tell me what the HELL is going on?” Mama asked.“I told you.”“Cindy. You are walking around half naked. Your father ...is just looking like the cat that caught the canary and your brother just became your biggest fan!”That’s pretty funny diary. My brother suddenly interested in me, right. “Then tell me what is going on. I’m not angry baby, I just want to know.”So I told her.Why not, right diary?She listened to the entire thing. Didn’t get angry and didn’t go nuts when I. Maybe it was simply fearor shock. I knew - and I was certain some of my teammates knew -that thiswas the supernatural work of the mysterious Judge. Somehow he was giftedwith powers I had never imagined even existed. He had taken our entireteam and, with the power of a few words in some arcane tongue, hadtransformed us into a group of young men and women who appeared no morethan fifteen or sixteen years old. Part of me did want to cry out, but Iwas afraid. Yes, I'll admit it - I was very afraid.. "I didn't hang up. But I didn't say anything for a long time either. The possibilities were rushing through my brain. I figured it most likely that he wanted to screw me again. He didn't want to wait until the next time the Porters turned me over to the boys to play with.He spoke urgently again. "Please, just give me two minutes. We can talk on the sidewalk in front of your house. You will be perfectly safe. Just two minutes, that's all I need."I really had no desire to see him. But something. She was 19, short, slim with strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but an arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha through mutual friends, and got along so well with her we became friends almost immediately. She had a reputation as something of an ‘easy’ lay, but at the time I knew her, she had a serious boyfriend so had tempered her love of sex (or so I thought) – therefore I didn’t really contemplate making a move on her,.