Mr. Thomas she gasped he took away Mr. Thomas and a voice in her head replied ?cherry doesn’t own anything?. I am not cherry she screamed. Tearing o...f the flimsy summer dress and putting on a full sleeved high collared skirt and blouse. But the cuts on her breast were still there, a remainder of what had happened of the choice she had made. His words came to her as sudden and as unexpected as his visits had been, one day she found herself sleeping naked on the floor by her bed wondering what. That is not what this story is about.This story is about a fella called Otis McGee. I guess you could say it is about pride. Not foolish pride like in the picture shows. It is more of a pride that relies on a sense of family, adherence to a code of honor, and a determination of purpose that subscribes to the principle of "An eye for an eye" retribution.Otis McGee was not what you could call a smart fella. He was a bit slow when it comes to book-learning. Otis was more of a thinking man. Problem. She has been punished for this, a task in which you acted very well. However, it was up to you as her mother to make sure she too obeyed me. if you couldn’t trust her you should have made sure she was in no position to go against my will.”“But how, Sir?”Her tremulous voice came from behind the curtain of hair that had fallen forward to hide her face.“You could have insisted she sleep with you and you could have watched her all night, or you could have secured her, as she is now,” I answered her. But she just stood there starring into the white closed door.And then she turned.I knew something had changed, some hurdle or decision made and a cold chill ran down my spin. When mother looked like that it normally meant something drastic, some measure of determination that I knew not to cross.Stepping towards where I sat on the edge of the bed, mother reached out and rolled her hand through my hair gently, like a caress. "She must be good?" I could smell the scent of mother's personal soap.