I looked at Jonna's face and saw that she was very sad. She admitted hurting me but she was going to make it up to me. She picked up the fallen glass ...nd handed it to Tiffany and pointed. Tiffany ran to the bathroom and came back with some water.The water was passed to Jonna and she tried to help me drink. I could almost feel her remorse and her pain for what she had done. I could see her happy childhood until her mother and father had died. She was cast out into the streets to fend for. She had noticed the gaze of some of the guys at her school, but what she had failed to notice, was that the males of her own household had begun to look at her assets quite often, as well. In fact, both her brothers and her father had begun to have fantasies starring Amy, and each of these fantasies included them forcefully taking her against her will.Amy left her room, skipping down the hallway once again. She was lost in thought, wondering what her crush, Dave looked like without his clothes. I finally asked if she wanted to build up what we once had. I was excited to hear that she did. Now my mind is racing for a list of rules. How to word them? How to implement them? How to reward and discaplin/punish? I know she needs them, how else will she feel need and appreciated.The many months ago I was helping her to realize that she does not need to be submissive to every man that walks into her life. She was getting the point that her submission was gift to those she offerd it to. I was. Recently, however, she had agreed to a new game. A man she had scened with in chat rooms and e-mail for a few years began buying her presents of his own choosing. She knew him only as "Darlington"; and since she would not give out her address, the items were kept at the store for her to pick up. The agreement was that whatever she was given, she would wear until she got home.In payment, she always sent him a long and detailed description of the day's events. Often attached to the frothing and.