Even though he talked sweet to get me alone, when he had me defenseless, he took what he wanted without permission."Noah I WANT to be your wife. If yo...'ll have me, I want to make up for being so slutty. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, just PLEASE don't send me home. I never want to go back there. Please?" I have no intention of sending you home," I said, softly. "If you want to be with me, then be with me all the way, and we'll raise your child as ours, not Caleb's."Martha. I finally saw the photo of mine that they had, or rather the photo of mine my son happily gave them.“Why did he keep it hidden? How did he get it? Who shot the picture?” I had asked this to myself a thousand times over the last few minutes.But, one look at the photo, and I had all the answers to my questions. Because I knew it was I, myself, who gave him the opportunity to have this photo. I let him have it.It was definitely a photo shot by my own son. And, also, I was posing for him. But, this. Just born lucky, I guess." She paused. "But you know, that'sone decision you and your Mom are going to have to make. Are yougoing to have hormone treatments to prevent your having a boy'sadolescence? And will you eventually have surgery to be a completegirl? Because that will affect the kind of training Madame gives you."I didn't know. I hadn't thought that far ahead, and neither hadMom. I sidestepped the question. "Well... how about you? Are yougoing to... well, are you having, er, a boy's. " You can always get a bodyguard." I've tried. They don't understand the life of a teenager. They aren't willing to put up with everything I go through. I don't want to live like some china doll all packed away in a protective box until my dad does something and gets himself back in prison again." How many have you tried so far?" At least six. None of them wanted to stay more than a couple of weeks. What am I going to do Bear?" For the moment, nothing. Just take lots of deep breaths and try to.