"this could be the oddcock out and I'll let you go for now."Fingers gripped my nose. I couldn't breathe. God, no.My mouth opened for air and the penis...slipped inside-SEVEN"Get away from her, you fuckers!"It sounded like Claire."What the hell is this?"That was Jo, for sure. Thank God. I was going to be saved.People screamed and panicked. Footsteps faded away as they ran."Shit, my cell," somebody cried out."Grab it! Grab it!"That was Claire. Sounded like a struggle."Get the fuck out of here!" Jo. "You're kind of quiet today, Jimmy, everything okay?" Truthfully? No. Family problem over the weekend. It worked out okay, but I'm not allowed to talk about it. I'm just a little nervous about a conversation I have to have with my parents tonight." Sounds serious?" Yeah, it probably qualifies in that category. I just hope I don't end up grounded for the rest of the year."He cracked up. "Geez, dude! You had me thinking it was something bad. If getting grounded is all you're worried about then. * * * *Her old neighborhood was still active after dark. People gathered on street corners, in small shops that remained open, on the steps of the apartment buildings and infrequent houses, or simply moved around in the midsummer heat to find a cooler spot. She saw many familiar faces, even some old friends. Even though many looked in her direction, none showed the least sign of recognition. But she had been a tall, muscular male when they had known her, and now she was almost tiny. The strength in her body had increased, along with her stamina.Two things bothered her. All her life Tiffany had sported little spots of overactive melanin. Bill left them on her, lighter than they were, yet still visible. The med check verified they were not cancerous, just hereditary. The other thing that bothered her had almost led to a mutiny.On her left butt-cheek was a four-inch circle containing the letters WPJE. A fucking brand! Tiffany had been marked as property. There was no scar; no.