He approached me and kissed me hard. He was feeling my chest through my shirt and slipped his hands under it to get to my bra. That’s when I realize...d his hands soaked in engine oil made my shirt a mess. He got rid of my shirt and bra and went back to rubbing my chest and oiling up the front of me.Butch spun me around, reached under my skirt and stripped me of my panties saying, “Your bill hasn’t been paid in full yet. Now bend over that hood.” I did what I was told to do. He pushed my legs. I had to explain twice the difference in why underwear for girls was called panties and underwear for boys were called underwear. After that, there were the questions about the bras and why boys did not wear them. They were growing up way too fast.I packed shoes, the better expensive pant suits, fancy jackets, a couple evening dresses and jewelry. My go bag contained the clothes that were more me - jeans and camo - was going as well. Yes, it included the five stars - the girls had seen to it. THEY WERE RENTING A ROOM IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, HE WAS AT WORK PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE DAY, AND WHEN HE WAS NOT AT WORK, HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS DRINKING AT THE BAR AROUND THE CORNER FROM WHERE WE LIVEDSHE WAS MOST OF THE TIME HOME, SHE HAD A PART-TIME IN THE AFTERNOONS AND ON HER DAYS OFF WHEN SHE WAS HOME SHE WOULD SPEND HER AFTERNOONS IN THEIR ROOM WATCHING TV OR LISTENING MUSIC, WE WOULD JUST GREET AND THAT'S HOW MUCH WE WOULD TALKMY PARENTS WORKED AND WOULD GET HOME LATE EVERYDAYI WAS. You and Val can canoodle in the back seat. Just make sure you’re belted in. The local cops are fussy about that.”“They are where I come from, too,” Carter replied.“Where’s that? Oh, yes ... Albany.”Carter sat behind Valerie’s father and she sat beside him in the center seat. “Belted in?” he asked her.“Yup.” Valerie grasped Carter’s hand and caressed his forearm through his coat.“Looks like you’ve had some snow,” Carter remarked.“You live here and you learn to use a snow shovel,” her father.