We 3 brosshare one room, Pinky being a young girl has a separate room. Ever since mychild hood days we all have seen each other grow with changes in o...r bodies. Wecould see our sis grow into a real sexy girl and she would wear tight jeans,skirts and sleeveless tops, exposing many of her assets.I could see my brothers staring at her and trying to see inside her T shirtwhenever she would bend down to keep something. Pinky ab mast maal ban gayithi. Mere sare dost use ghur ghur kar dekthe. I decided to step in to prevent a fight, because the paperwork would have been ridiculous. I shouted, “Cora Carter, stop with the fighting. Do I have to take you to the main office to write you up?!” She sassily replied, “Uh… and what if I do start a fight? What are you going to do about it, chump?” “Do you hear the words that just came out of my mouth? I will put you on probation and you will not be able to go to the dance!” Yep, I went hood on her butt. She stood on top of the benches and. We just could not find a hardpan route all of the way on any day, and some days we had trouble finding any hardpan. The hardpan was there, it was just too deep under the sand to do us any real good.Sometimes I wondered if the Indians were really serious about getting rid of us, or if they were just playing some sort of game. If they had really wanted to kill all of us, all they had to do was to wait until the crew was fighting with the salt wagon in one of those sand traps. Hell, they could. Haven's culture, however, had already been changed by it. Every parent in Haven neglected to teach their offspring the concept of evil.As a result, the last two generations of the population simply have no concept of it. They had no idea that men and women could lie or be deceitful. It was better if everyone was taught that people were generally trustworthy, and at least in Haven, that was true. A surprisingly large number of the population weren't even taught about sex, much less the concept.