"Really?" is all he said after I landed a punch on his cheek. One of the girls began to cry. It was then that I went to my happy place. While he pu...meled me mercilessly, pinning me down with his weight and just punching me over and over, I pretended I wasn't there. For some reason, I thought I'd do something they did during a recent viewing of the movie "Fight Club" (again, it was the late 1990s). I went to my cave and found my power animal. For some reason, my power animal was a centaur. Just in front were a young family, Dad and the boy sitting in front of Mum and the daughter, probably around nine years old, the latter sprawled in the aisle seat. I couldn’t help but notice that her thin pink pull-ups had ridden up and her vaginal slit was clearly delineated. Clearly both she and her mother were blissfully unaware! The mother gazing out at the admittedly pleasant spring bedecked passing countryside.I sprawled back in the seat by the window and thought nothing more about it. I felt bad and wanted to make amends. "OH! Robbie, sweetie, baby! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you - I was just so surprised by your opening of the door to hand me the towel. I don't know why you're interested in my old body anyhow."Robbie just wept a little and kept up his part of the hugging and nuzzling into my bosom. I tried to get him not take it so seriously, saying, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Darling? Robbie, what can mommy get for her baby - would you. , how far do we co-operate? I mean..., what if..., I mean..." What if they try to **** us?" Well..., yes..., I guess so"Becky looked at her sister, "We do whatever is necessary to survive, however horrible. Normal, civilised, white-man's standards no longer apply. Whatever is necessary Charlie."They both watched the men, considering the implications."Becky?" Mmmm." I've watched someone do it." Do what?" said Becky, still watching Itzachu and the other men."It, silly, you know..., it.".