Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. His left eye throbbed in pain, and was swelling by the second. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled meekly as if th... violence he endured had been his own fault. As soon as both of his knees were on the mattress, he was taken by his feminine hips and yanked backwards so that he fell on his face. With a palm flattened against the middle of his back, he was pinned to the bed. “Are you going to be good for your big brother?” His brother asked in a softer tone. “You. When they found I was with child, they pushed a sharp thing, a spike, metal it was, I don't know what's it's called, pushed it up in me (likely a marline spike), but I think it was the beating that did it. I bled some for almost a week after I (an unknown or mumbled word, "fals-something" in Swedish that probably means "miscarried").Then they went right back to humping me again, sometimes two or three a day; always the first mate. I hated to see him come in the cabin. He was the mean one, a. One of the guys pulled a portable radio up to his mouth and said something in Russian into it. There was a brief back and forth with someone. That ended when the leader of these three clipped the radio back on his belt. Whatever the conversation was, he didn’t seem happy with the outcome.He signaled one of the guys with him, who holstered his weapon and approached me.These guys had good discipline, with the guy who was coming at me doing so without blocking his friends line of fire, which. Whenever they were together it was like his mind was someplace else. The private high schools she attended were all single sex, usually with a partner all boys school nearby. She seldom dated in high school. In college she dated more. That’s where she found out about men. She categorized men into three groups. There were the gropers, the dopers, and the studs. The worst were the studs. They thought they were God’s gift to women. If a stud asked you out, or tried to feel you up you were.