A few inches shorter than Jen and two years younger, Ashley's hair is a sandier shade of brown and wavier, worn loose to her shoulders, framing a some...what rounder and flatter face with finer features. A high school senior on the cross country team, she is fit in a lighter and overall slimmer way than Jen, and the skinniness is highlighted by yoga pants and a voluminous beige blouse that drapes loosely off her shoulders and breasts.Next clockwise around the table is Gina, Jen's aunt (her. But one day she had come home to find Morey sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen. There was a bucket of soapy water sitting on the floor nearby and Susan had suddenly remembered that it was her turn to mop the floor…she was supposed to have done it the previous weekend and it was all too obvious that she hadn’t. She’d glanced around to see if he’d put out the mop as well, then noticed the long-handled wooden scrub-brush he was holding in one hand.She’d barely had time to think, Uh-oh. She started screaming and yelling and running around like a chicken with her head cut-off. It always worked in the movies, so I slapped her. It worked. She was crying a bit, but she calmed down. I was feeling quite strong, much like I imagined a hunter would after the kill. And instead of trying to sooth her this time, I resorted to threats. I told her that if she ever told anyone about what had just happened, I’d hurt her bad. I threatened physical pain and told her how easy it would be. Kitten went to the sink and filled a paper cup with water then handed her a pill. ‘Take this.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘A morning after pill. You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?’ Anne shook her head listlessly and swallowed it, draining the cup. ‘What’s going to happen to me?’ she asked. She lowered the cup to her lap. ‘Please tell me. That man who was here yesterday, he’s going to buy me, isn’t he?’ ‘Bought. He’s already bought you.’ ‘But what will he do with me?’ ‘He’ll sell you to another party.