He never took his eyes off his daughter, but his eyes lit up, he nodded to whatever was whispered to him, and his eyes filled.I turned to see Bobbi an... Jake smiling at each other. I turned to the minister who had known Bobbi’s family and the community for years. He was a roly-poly kind of man; a comforting kind of image of a minister in some strange way to me. The ceremony was a blur even for me. The minister was wonderful. He talked about the young girl he’d known, the tom-boy who half the. I am dripping everywhere, and the sheets beneath me are wet through, but It doesn’t seem to bother the men who keep fucking me. When the men are through, I am left on the bed, tied to the corners, unable to move. I lay there in the wet spunky sheets, used and tired but feeling amazing. During the course of the evening, each of the men returns randomly to fuck me again. And again. I lose count of the number of times I’m used, but it exceeds a half dozen per man. Between each, I am left. "May I have two aspirins, please?" Why? Have a headache?" Muscle pain from snow shoveling." When did you last have aspirin?" About eight this morning." How old are you?" Eleven, twelve in February." I'll have to take your temperature." She shook the alcohol off the glass rod and stuck it in my face. After a minute or so, she glanced at it and gave me a couple pills. "There's a water fountain just outside the door."After school, Kirsten wanted to hear about the big snowball fight she missed. I. Uncomfortable with the affection being shown to him by these two total strangers, James squirmed in his bed. Despite the pain, he lifted his head. When he did so, a lock of brown hair fell across his face. He brushed it away and was surprised to feel a thick tuft of hair, totally unlike the cropped, government-issued cut he had gone to battle with.Continuing to explore with hands that felt much smaller, he noticed that his head was wrapped in a bandage. He had been shot in the head and.