"I think you need to sleep at the foot of the bed tonight." Yes sir." He had never made me do that before. I must be in even bigger trouble than I'd t...hought.I curled up at his feet. Not even being allowed to sleep next to him made me feel guilty about what I'd done, which must have been the point. But at the same time there was something about it that was comforting in a way. It made me feel so completely under his control, so completely like his property.He woke up before me the next morning.. I never had a close friend to talk about it with, let alone do it. Besides, you're only eleven. I could go to jail if we did it and anyone found out." I'll never tell!" Gina promised, mixing her lies of seduction with guarded truth of experience. "Girls in my old school practiced kissing with each other, but I don't know if they did more than that. Kids talked about this music video from some Russian girl band and the girls in it were kissing and stuff. The boys all thought it was cool. One boy. Let me just clarify that there was a bit of sexual tension between the two of us. One night we Skyped when I was drunk and he saw more of me than he bargained to. We just brushed it off to me being sloshed and thought nothing of it. Or did we? Anyway, we were in his dorm and he closed the door. He wanted me to hear this song that he was writing. He was an avid guitar player and lover of country music, just like me. I was thrilled that he was sharing his talents with me, so I sat back and. All illusions of Independence faded quickly away and I immediately went into a negotiating strategy that lasted a second and a half and only made my Mother angrier. As I was now unable to keep pace with mom I was being lifted and pulled into the house and the family room faster and with more urgency and speed that I could put up a white flag or reminder her of the Geneva Convention. I was a prisoner of a very crafty, superior force that I was not to question or resist there instructions.Mom set.