He had weaponized his smiles, his frowns, and simple words. Her stomach spun in knots every time she was with him. He patted her exposed belly, rubbin...g it softly, smiling down at her young body.“I want you to think about that first time you were molested. Fixate it in your mind, your feelings, your fears, your emotions. All of it, good and bad. Can you do that for me babygirl?” As he asked, he smoothly unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down. Then, ever so slowly he slid his hands down. Those who edged closer noticed her hard, pink clitoris peeping out of its hood. Kazumi was already feeling a growing pressure in her bladder telling her she would soon need to urinate. Her full bladder put pressure on her sex nerves in her urethral sponge as well. There were no mysteries left now?Kazumi’s feminine treasures were spread and exposed to the hard, cruel stares of the rough, calloused farmers, the worn wives and the old aunts, uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers. There were. She had noticed that. She assumed it was hersubconscious trying to sound how it thought Buffy should sound."Listen to me Fai... Jordan, you're still you. It doesn't matter whatyou look like." Tell that to Mike and Chris. Face it, all of us are changing. I'm evenattracted to men now, seriously attracted. I can barely stop myself fromhaving certain thoughts now." You're in the body of a teenage girl, your whole body is being floodedwith hormones. I don't think the show's Faith liking guys. There is no more need for a dragonslayer.” Then he flung the hat away from him into the morning breeze.The winds caught the hat and it ascended. High on the mountain he could see it silhouetted against the glow of fire. Higher still it soared until it was only a speck and then nothing at all. He returned down the mountain path to Selah where she lay and she welcomed him back into her arms.“Here is where I belong,” said Steven. “And whether to a mountain, or to a desert, to an ocean or to a.