“You got to be kidding me,” she continued. “Were you fucking him?” she asked. I stood there not answering. Not really knowing what to say. ...She started going off on me, “Tori, are you out of your mind, Scott arranged, for the coach to rape you, he arranged for those boys to gang rape you on your birthday and I have no doubt he arranged for me to be raped to shut me up about your rape. Are you freaking serious, after all of that you’re still fucking him? You’re crazy, you’ve lost your mind.. ’ However, it was sex, not groceries, for which the two friends had come so far on holiday. And sex was clearly readily on demand. As the literature left by the side of the wide screen TV made clear, if they wanted it, all they had to do was ask. And since the most attractive people they saw always turned out to be citizens of Throb under instructions to be constantly obliging there would never be a problem in deciding who it was they fancied. There was no doubt in the girls’ minds that this. I will have to report it, and you might get contacted by the government because of it."My blood seemed to freeze hearing that. 'Am I going to be re-educated? Will I never see my parents or friends again?' The man continued, "But I don't think they will take you away from your life as is. Now I know you'll have a big adjustment to make with becoming a girl, but you shouldn't be too afraid of it."I thought, 'Yeah, easy for you to say, you're not a second class citizen. You don't have to live with. Even the toaster—which I would have just left plugged in on the counter—had a little garage she parked it in when not in use. Donna wanted clean sheets and towels more than once a week. Cindy hated dust as it made her sneeze when she was playing the flute. There was always a fifteen-minute period in the evening that the vacuum was running.I was surprised that Brittany shared some of Beca’s kitchen passion. She loved to cook but never left a dish unwashed in the process. If she used a bowl to.