But she had suffered the impact of countless flying chips. In no time at all she had as many tiny little scars on the front of her body as she had big...ugly ones on her back. Early on she had appreciated how important it was not to get any chips in the eye and kept hers narrowed to tiny slits.In any sensibly run outfit all the women would be wearing goggles and heavy reinforced footwear. But there was nothing sensible about the situation she was in and would be in for ever. The idea behind all. "What's this all about?" I heard our RA Rick ask and knew it wasn't good."He hit me Rick for no reason," Lee said and grabbing his jaw."No reason my ass. You slapped the hell of Corey and called me a faggot.You were berating my two friends because they are gay," Kris stated andstood his ground."Lee, were you harassing Corey and Matt?" Rick asked and now in the center."Yeah I was. They were making out or some shit when I walked in. They arefucking queers!" Lee said still holding his jaw."Corey?. She's so beautiful. She quickly noticed that his crisp white button-down was undone a couple buttons revealing his buttery smooth, hairless, skin, and his hazel eyes seemed to see straight though her. He was far older than even she was, and he both thrilled and terrified her, "Do I have to have a reason to see you?" She had known him over a thousand years, but every time she saw him he made her feel both like a child and a woman all at once. She smiled, ducking her head, letting her thick hair. ..My mother had to take care of my older brother Joshua and younger sister Aiyanna. Our father, Brad Peterson, left her after a rocky marriage because the Muskogee nation couldn't take my mother marrying an Anglo man. He was irresponsible, and didn't care much for us kids anyhow.My father left when I was seventeen, he was a heavy smoker, alcoholic, and domestic abuser. It would pain me to see the welts upon my mother's face and body after he had stormed out of the trailer to visit the local bar.