Tears and rips, streaks and circles and scribbles made by different colored crayons. Inside the front cover of one was a short note from my mom."Happy...Birthday Jessie!Love, Mommy"I sniffed, fighting back my tears, and quickly closed it. Inside another book was a note from both my parents."Wow! 4 Years old! Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!All our love, Mommy & Daddy"I began crying and closed the book, and then carefully returned the others to the box. I set the box on the floor and lay back on my bed. Coach Caffrey talked to us about how hard we had worked this summer and fall. He called for us to give 110 percent for another half. We could really beat Central! We were psyched.Central took the second half kickoff. They methodically moved the ball down the field, three or four yard gains on every play. Our defense stubbornly contested every yard, waiting for Central to make a mistake. They didn't make any. It took them fifteen plays, but they stuffed the ball in our end zone. Score: 14-14Our. "I love him. Like a father, you know. But I always thought he was a little loose when it came to morals." Ha!" Abby exploded. "You're one to talk about morals! After mom found you all tangled up under daddy. With his cock..." I don't want to talk about it," Vicky said, taking another mouthful of pop. "I really wasn't myself that night. Howell..." Oh, I don't want to hear about Howell." Abby made a face. "I was having a wonderful time with Kevin when he broke in like a drunken bear!" Yes!" Vicky. Sexual slavery is legal and popular.) I am presently in the display area. I am naked with a metal slave collar around my neck. My wrists are chained together and my arms have been pulled over my head. My ankles are spread apart and chained to the ground. When I turned 18 I signed up to be a sex slave. My parents were sex slaves in their younger days, and they encouraged me to do so. I was surprised I was excepted so quickly. In the past few weeks, I have been striped naked, branded, whipped,.