Please don't think less of me," she looked sadder than ever now. Her green eyes pleading with me for understanding."Dora, I don't think less of you. I...can tell you a few things that might make you think a lot less of me," I was messaging her arm and smiling at her as I said it.After our drinks were served, the first of many, Dora turned to me and said, "Donna, you're far too young to have done anything as awful as I have."Well, that was the start of our heart to heart. First, I told her about. .Kasia no longer felt. There was no pain. No exhaustion. Just unending numbness. One foot went in front of another, eyes half focused on the backs of the strangers before her. Where were they? How long had it been since the last rest? She couldn't say. Neither did she care.Left.Right."Camp! Camp!"The cry came from somewhere up ahead. Instinctively, the stream of refugees pressed to the left, up against the moving wagons. Kasia saw the uniformed rider coming down the road. Liuz's arm snaked. I did and the two of them each tookone of my legs and secured my ankles into two stirrups, the samestirrups women use when they have a vaginal examination. Hmm. In my casethe stirrups were to assist in preventing my thighs and legs frommoving. The ladies got to work. At first I found the pricking of theneedles annoying and then irritating. It took the ladies around threehours to finish their work. After the having explained how to take careof the tattoos I thanked them for the work they had. ”“Dana it’s not the same thing,” I whispered back heatedly. “When I go out to run, I’m fully clothed and I run alone. When I’m done I come right back to the house...”“And plop your sweaty ass down on MY FUCKING FURNITURE,” she hissed.We waited a moment before continuing because her voice had risen to the point where Erica might have heard us.“And as far as my cars are concerned,” I continued. “I always ask you before buying a car or making any major purchases. Even though it’s my money I ask.