" How much do you want for it?" I don't worry about that. Consider it a gift."James left the shop with the pendant, thanking the old man as he went.He...wasn't sure if the old man was playing a joke on him or night but he decided to try one more time.He got to the hill once more that late evening.Once again he saw the figures around the fire. Yet this time there was a strange silence.The woman who had approached him the eve before came forward once more. And studied him in silence.He took the. He would bring the birch down from right to left, traversing the twin peaks of her slender little eleven-year-olds bottom and letting the hard tips of each of the twigs score her flesh. There was no touching to warn her this time, to allow her to tighten her succulent little bottom, nor did the twigs make any whistling sound as they came down. Just as planned, the last inch of stiff twigs rushed across her flesh, tearing the tenderised and cut skin over each of the lean young cheeks.Deborah. “Better but fatter.”We talked about the weather and the latest fads and a movie she loved. Then Angela told me more about her romantic affairs. She was very open and honest about it but now that she was pregnant, she said fewer men were willing to date her. “You would think that I’d be very popular with the guys.”“Why is that Angela?”“The thing is, guys don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”I grinned a sheepish grin and said, “Apparently not.”"Have you ever had sex with a pregnant. "And with the tears beginning to well up in her own eyes, Ann forced herself to tell Lani the terrible tale of her experience with Moses that evening, leaving out nothing, desperate to cleanse herself, to confess to her daughter as Lani had done to her. And when she finished, both mother and daughter were crying, locked in each other's arms as though they were trying to find in each other the answer to their own doubts and fears. They lay on the cot for a long while, silent and rocking together.