Should I tell her or not?“Something like that,” I said, trying desperately to think of a way out.She inched closer, “Tell me more?” as she put... her arm around my shoulders.“Let me guess… you call him from the room as the guy is fucking you.” She emphasised fucking. “And let him listen.”She paused briefly before continuing. “Or you take home the guys cream… inside you… let him see the evidence.”I was trying to think of what to say.“Well?” She commanded, making me jump.“Umm. Not quite…” I started. The rest of the ride was just like the beginning quite.When we got home we dragged ourselves up to our house once inside we just sat down and opened the food up Bob got us a couple beers and we just sat and ate. But as the second and then third beer went down we opened up and I was feeling better hell I knew he was going to be deployed again so I was somewhat ready for it this time. And after that third beer I was feeling much better and that’s when Bob found my bra first and held it up for me. Auch meine Schwester Susanne und Mama stritten sich, weil Mama ihr Auto mitnehmen wollte, so dass meine Schwester wieder ihre alte Karre benutzen musste, auf der mehr Rost als Farbe zu finden war und die ganz und gar nicht so cool war, dass man sich gerne darin blicken ließ. Ich selbst ging dazu über, wieder mit meinem Fahrrad in die Schule zu fahren, und versuchte einfach, eine Weile meinem Papa und meiner Schwester aus dem Weg zu gehen.Es war etwa drei Wochen her, dass Mama uns verlassen. There, at first the man tried to claimI had attacked him with my powers. Though I didn't have any witnesses hestill wasn't believed, especially when the officers found the tie-wrapsin his pocket. Then he switched his story to say he was a failing inventor. He had seenme with my board and wanted to steal it. This was more believable, butstill didn't explain the tie-wraps.I told the officers that my parents were divorced and that my father wasa purist that hated MORFS survivors like me. I told.