Good girls didn't do that, they had said. In school "those" girls were always the sluts. What she didn't know was that most of her friends were "those... girls.In the bathroom, Tim pulled Janice into the shower with him. They spent a half hour giggling and washing each other. When they were rinsed off, Tim got out and brought over the scissors and razor he had used to remove her pubic hair. She looked at him in surprise. She didn't need to be shaved again."It's not for you," he said to her. She had been divorced nine months ago. For the first six months afterward, she had become a regular at several singles' bars. Most of the men she met had only been interested in one-night-stands. At first she had not minded at all, and took on all comers. But after a while, she had tired of the whole scene, and finally stopped going to the bars. And, she decided to move to a much nicer up-scale neighborhood.She then turned her attention to her job. She worked for a large corporation, and was a. Everything for the first eight months was going fine, just the regular effects, but then I started to violently ill.It began to get progressively worse. I tried to carry on for the next few months but, I never got any better, and my Doctor and I decided to stop. I slowly started to feel much better. I was depressed for a while, wondering why this was happening to me and then I became very introspective. I came to the realization that I am a girl, a woman, and my body parts do not define me. I. Until the family takes you as their own, you aren't in charge of me in any way," Jackie replied, smiling coldly. "All you are is a little underage girl, caught red-handed breaking the rules by drinking and engaging in sex with an older woman ... something referred to as 'statutory rape' or 'child molestation' or 'indecency with a minor' ... take your pick. As to who I am, I'm the woman, little girl, who's going to march you and Andrea into the bedroom and secure the two of you so you can.