Their beloved team was still undefeated. Before long, they had to go their separate ways. She was a big girl, she thought. She was just a little drunk... is all. Until... A Hyundai rolled up on Becky.One of the bros asked her suavely, “Baby girl, do you need a ride?"She respectfully declined. They asked again. She decided against it.“You know what, fuck it,” Becky said.Next thing she knew, she got in the back of the car.“Hey, baby girl, what’s good?" The driver said.“Why don’t you go chill with. Don't stop! Ohhhhhh! It's sooooo nice. Please don't stop! You are making me so very horny ALEX!!" She almost cried in pleasure. He looked at my wife, kissed her again and whispered softly to her, "Princess, can we make love now? I am so excited and primed that I may not last another five minutes." At that precise moment, my wife felt a mixture of emotions: love, lust, passion and confusion. The words penetrated her to her very soul. She didn't think he could have said anything that would have. For a long time Tanda had simply accepted that as the way things were; she'd been conditioned, she eventually learned, never to think about it. It turned out that such conditioning was quite robust -- until the world started to turn to shit around you, and then a person's will to survive rapidly broke down the conditioning. That had happened to her.She'd been co-opted as a student to study an adjacent timeline to Kalvan's. That timeline had quickly become a very dangerous place to be, and after. Behind was left a small army of girls who had been sold as slaves - frequently for a medjidie, or about eighty cents - and who, after serving the brutal purposes of their purchasers, were forced to lead lives of prostitution.Whatever crimes the most perverted instincts of the human mind can devise, and whatever refinements of persecution and injustice the most debased imagination can conceive, became the daily misfortunes of these women and girls.Undoubtedly sexual abuse was an impelling motive.