Yeah?”He scrawled it onto a scrap of paper, his fingers touching mine as he handed it to me.*I called him a week before Christmas, self-control brok...en by the false festive spirit. My mother was going out of her way to pretend that everything was the same; that we could act like we had the last year, as if Dad was still around. The house was filled with tinsel, cards, light, candles. People visited. I didn’t want to see any of them.I escaped, slamming the door so hard behind me that the plastic. He kept touching the fabric to make sure it was long enough and thick enough. He finally let me pick out a shirt that was only half an inch longer than the one before, and the shorts were a couple inches longer. I also got to get a dress that was half way to my knees. It was a cute white dress with pink flowers on them. We walked back to the car. It was a big parking lot, but we finally made it back to the truck. I started to climb into the big truck we had. I could see Daddy looking up my. Please fuck me."He fucked me.Later that day, after it was over and after he'd left, Hanna found me crying in our little den. "Sweetie! What's wrong?" She rushed to me.I couldn't say, for many reasons. I opened and closed my mouth, but I had no words. I surely couldn't utter rape – if I'd been raped. I hardly knew for sure."Doesn't he want you?" she asked, of course she asked that. I shook my head no.That wasn't the problem, but it happened to be true. After he finished with me, he got up and. “Haley Simon.”“I’m a junior. Stacey Gamble.”“Hi, Stacey,” I said. “This is my first trip onto campus by myself.”“Really? It’s mid-semester.”“Yeah, I’m trying something different. Not a regular student.”“You look young. Like my little sister.”“I’m sixteen. Just jumped sideways out of high school.”“Wow! Really?”“Kind of how I feel.”“Going to class?”“No,” I said. “I’m supposed to meet with Doctor Seavers with the College of Engineering and talk my way out of some courses. Math, mostly...”“How do.