" Pete had no interest in hanging around the angry little man, especially now that he had his knives... ... Only he didn't know it. "My knives?" Raoul...called out behind him."In one of those boxes!" Pete replied over his shoulder, and kept going.Another loop through the supply room, and he was back. "Bianca?" I'm in the bathroom. More stuff on the bed. I'm getting Papa's shaving gear and stuff..." Okay." Pete resumed loading clothing, putting shoes in the bottom of the first box for this load.. “Did I say freedom, I meant….oh noo, how will i ever survive away from my amazingly awesome dad” she replied as she gave him a hugI stood in the back watching the scene. Stacy’s family and mine had been neighbors since I was born and growing up we’d naturally done everything together. Our parents enrolled us into the same schools, extracurriculars and sports activities.We’d grown up in a small town in the suburbs and never had the chance to eacape the watchful eyes of our parents. So, when. . she might seat herself decorously at her desk and switch on her computer but the living room couch? There might be just a year between our ages and we might eat together, but socialize?Never.I suppose that was my fault. I graduated from Charles Sturt University last spring and Alice was scheduled to complete year 13 this springI had a job ... I worked for my dad ... or maybe my dad worked for me. I never knew who made the decisions at the mine.Alice was a high school student. She would. The drinking at the Dew Drop Inn... The -smoking of the marijuana... The surrender of her spontaneously passionate body to the assault of her employer... her ex-employer now, thank God... The obscene mouth of his naked wife upon her wide-splayed thighs... Oh dear God! She shivered convulsively and took another large swallow of the amber liquor to soothe the misery in her heart. She knew she should be filled with repugnance and loathing for the vile things that had been done to her, and she was..