Every fortress, every jail, and every home had weaknesses. Budget cuts insured that the CPS facility had extra weaknesses they couldn’t afford to fi..., and there were kids willing to exploit these weaknesses.Nine year old Paula Akron shivered despite the nighttime warmth of Hawaii in June. The sun was already set and there was the barest sliver of moonlight. It was even darker for the little girl because she was hiding in shadows, wondering how she and Paul were to find each other while making. Which was a problem, because she craved sex every now and then. More often than she would like to admit. And with John spending nearly every night in that damned garage, doing whatever, she found their bouts of intimacy coming fewer and farther between. After confiding in a friend that sex was sparse these days, her friend suggested a massage wand as a vibrator. She remembered being so ashamed when the store clerk across town smirked as she bought it. But it had become an important part of her. Maybe I underestimated them. We were almost all politically liberal,smoked dope and occasionally tripped, drank beer and cheap wine. The girlsmostly didn't wear bras and didn't shave under their arms. We made risque banterand the girls, even the married or involved ones, were available for hugs,affectionate kisses and casual flirting, but I certainly never tried to domore. When we were engaged in sexual repartee I would occasionally sneak ina bondage reference to see if anyone expressed. My sister went into a boring sitting pose next. I sighed, wishing she would do something like that dog pose again.“You’re making this really difficult,” Clarissa muttered. “I can feel your eyes on me. What has gotten into you?”“What?” I asked. “I’m just relaxing.”“In the living room? Instead of your bedroom? You’re never around when I’m doing my yoga.”I shrugged.She stared at me. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but if you try anything when Dave shows up...”“Dave’s coming over?” I shuddered..