I don't know what happens to mom I was told maybe re-education onAmazonia then I was then ordered to strip out of my uniform and I wastold put on this... orange dress my collar and dress had the same number Iwas given Ballet flats to wear I was no longer Albert I was now 46478 itwas on my dress as well I was given a needle to settle me down and thenthey my chained legs and arms I was loaded on the truck for slave camp inmy own cellthe truck arrived at the camp I was unloaded first and put in a. I crossed out "Rape Counseling" with very black ink so it couldn't be read and entered "Private" in the blank. I had just finished that when the door to the receptionist left opened up and Kelly came walking out.Kelly was a couple of grades ahead of me and about three years older since she had failed a grade. There was a lot of talk around school about what a slut she was. "Hi Lisa," she said cheerfully. "I heard about what happened to you. I'm really sorry about that." She turned toward the. This was a totally normal occurrence, and since it had been weeks since I had accosted mother to leave her husband, it seemed to have been forgotten, or at least forgiven between us.Early in the meal I explained that I had purchased a new home - out in the suburbs. After the congratulations and answering the questions about the size of the place and its amenities I told them I planned on buying some antiques for the place. My parents thought this was a great idea. Then I asked dad if mom could. She sang with her small yet loud, voice. She swayed her inviting hips. She waved the palm leaves in her hand as the tourists walked. I walked by her too. My eyes shifted to study the dark perfection of her nubile body and again I caught the sway of lovely behind. I confess. What I really wanted to do was to undo the knot that kept her sarong around her waist. It was not the island I wanted to explore. It would have been rude to be obvious. So my brief glance took in every detail of her winsome,.