. masculine? Which she wasn't. Her face was lovely; not, perhaps, stunningly beautiful, but a pleasure to behold. A straight nose, captivating eyes, f...ull lips; all framed by a helmet of auburn hair. Green eyes? I wasn't sure. I hadn't realised how small she was; maybe five foot three; her presence was such that she seemed taller. If I say 'not a waif – muscled from an active life and a demanding profession' would that suggest she was ... butch? Because she wasn't that either. Mind you, I wasn't. There was not much talk between us. She also used to look back at me sometimes when I am staring at her. But with no smile and no expressions. So I was really not sure of her mind. But as days passed, I started to gain confidence that she wants it too. Then one day, as usual, mom asked me to call her and get the dishes done as mom was going to be late from work and our regular maid was on vacation. I was very happy that day because after so many days, I was getting a chance to stay alone with. Third platoon marched to Auburn High School, which stood on a small hill overlooking the canyon, and assembled on the soggy soccer field, all of them standing at rigid attention. Bracken put them at ease and then gave a short speech lauding the success of their mission. He then ordered them into the gym for weapons cleaning and storage. This took the better part of an hour to accomplish. Once all of the ammunition was accounted for, all of the rifles and pistols stripped, cleaned, reassembled,. I do remember one night hearing my mother scream, amidst the noise of shouts that I did not understand and door slamming and rifle butts against the walls of the house. Then, my mother she screamed again, loudly, making a sound that I did not know any woman or man could make." I crawled up from the basement, from my hiding place, and looked through the door. I saw my mother being raped, I did not know at the time that that was what was happening to her, but it was. They had her on the table in.