"Umm... embarrassing?" She said.I nodded, "I'm guessing the rope for the line wasn't the worst thingyet?"She shook her head, "Not even close... at lea...t I already had a diaperon. That girl over there," she pointed to a girl right next to Madison,"didn't come in one. Let's just say it was a little exciting gettingready to come over here."I noticed that the girls eyes were definitely red and signs of cryingwere present. It looked like there was a little bit of mascara shehadn't cleaned off her. I was in no hurry. I was certain that whatever it was it would be degrading.The boys had all returned to their seats and were waiting to find out what the day's activities were going to be. When they finally grew quiet, Mr. Moore turned to me and asked, "Did Joni tell you what happened to her cunt hair?"I glanced at Joni. Her face had grown white and her expression had become one of pure terror. I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Whatever was about to happen I knew it was going to be. “The Matriarch has failed you!” she bellowed, the room going as silent as a burial pit. “She promised to return our territory to its former glory,” she continued, making dramatic gestures with her hands as she addressed the room. “She pledged to return dominion over the Dune Sea to the Rask so that we might once again grow fat on plunder! But what has she actually accomplished?”She began to pace in front of the table, feeling a hundred pairs of eyes burning into her. In spite of her. That dam war of long ago came back to haunt me worst than it ever had in the past.I am writing this introduction for the benefits of any new readers to my story. It will give them an idea of what kind of person I was. For I am no longer certain if maybe those who I have had contact with are better off today or not. Thoughts of Kay, Sherri and Cathy fill my mind as well as ones of my beloved Carrie and anyone else I have had contact with might have been better off if they had never met me. I am.