“Aren’t you going to do something Bobby? For God sake say something to him, Tell him to stop!”Bobby looked rejected and said: “What the hell d... you want me to say or do Barb. He told us he wants to fuck you as pay back and if we, if you don’t agree he’s going to call the cops.”Ray smiled and said: “You know Bob you’re not as dumb as you look. Now Barb come over here and sit on my lap facing me like I asked you so nicely. Do it! Do it now.”Again Barb didn’t move instead she said: “ I want to. Carlo, the professor, said no more but scold me for my few studio. Meanwhile, as a seed, the word discipline in my head, because I felt offended by him.I thought: "Who the fuck are you?" I grew up alone while remaining a girl valid. Without a father I learned to get by without trouble. I worked for the house very well and I studied.Now comes the professor and wants to teach me the discipline?I thought, "The truth is that he do everything more complicated, you're an miserable old with a wife. The evidence was quite clear. "Clear," in fact, described the result perfectly. Virtually no detail at all in the negatives. Nothing. Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I. They took it for granted just as I had. I didn't likeliving with the knowledge that almost any man could overpower me now,should he choose to. It was a dormant fear, but it was there all thesame.This indolent concern aside, in my life in general, compared to whenI first transformed, things were slowly getting better.Kevin's anger at me seemed to have burnt itself out, or at leastdissipated somewhat. Seemingly for good this time. No more ragerelapses, at least so far.I guess, in my defense,.