Sarah asked about some specifics, and I reluctantly shared. We talkedfor almost two hours."So..." she said when I had finished. "Not a lot of time o... space to dealwith feelings of being a girl?" No," I replied and felt hot tears come. "Not...until the past two years...once I finally got on my own."She put her hand on mine and squeezed. "What about your parents...I mean,your foster parents? Don't they know?" she asked.I shook my head. "No. They....we don't talk much...anymore.". It’s good to see someone who…’ She clicked on the email to read further, ‘…isn’t all caught up in being ‘perfect’ and seeking others who are similarly shallow. As an ‘average Joe’…’ Her interest was piqued as the email further explained how the sender was impressed by her post seeking ‘An Unathletic Intellectual.’ She responded to the email, writing, ‘Finally, a real person! I am glad you feel similarly. May I see a photo? I promise to reciprocate,’ before resuming her seemingly unending scroll. Standing up and throwing her food to the floor Bella looked straight at Anne, "i would be better if you were to die!", she screamed and took off running to her room. From behind her Bella heard rustling and cussing from her uncle as he called after her, "bella come back here this instant", Bella knew she was in trouble and would soon find her punishment.Bella fell on her bed crying, trying to understand why her uncle needed to marry such a horrid woman. About a hour later a beating came at her. She bends down at one point as she kiss my nipples. We both enjoy the way they stand at attention just for her. She is suckling me, holding my hands down where my sides should have beenOut of nowhere she slaps my face, grabs my chin and kisses me so hard I can feel her tongue at the back of my teeth. She also sits down on my lap and begins to grind her whole body into mine. Her fingers grab onto my nipples, pulling and twisting ever so gently. My body reacts by pulling back, raising my hips,.