I struggle with the same thingevery day. I want to wear the skirts to school just like you do, but Iknow that I can't. You know you can't either."All ...he time I was talking, my hand was reaching for the gun. Tears randown Erica's cheeks as she told me what had happened."He beat me senseless Emily. He broke a rib and called me a queer! Hetold me not to come home again."I had my hand around the barrel of the gun, and slowly pulled it out ofErica's hand, then I put it on the floor and kicked it to. I was used to this. Rita and Addie were my friends. They always felt obligated to compliment me, as if I was some sad little pathetic pariah that needed a confidence boost to find a boyfriend. They were both absolutely certain that I had a stick up my ass because I didn’t get laid often enough. They were right about the laid part, but I’ve always had a stick up my ass, even when I had regular sex.The two of them spent a few minutes talking me up like I should be on the cover of Sports. " But I wasn't here 500 years ago," he whined. "I'm not the one who hurt your people!" What is 500 years to me?" she said. "All time is the same. There is no ticking clock for me, for this land."I am the corn goddess, Arnie," she continued. "I blessed the ground and the crops grew. When your people came they trampled the ground. And they brought those scavengers, the pigs, who ate everything in sight and destroyed our gardens, our forests. They carried diseases from your world that killed. "You know I do." I happily answered. "How could I not?" "I always knew you were special." She came back, curling her palms around my shoulders."Yeah?" "Uhh-humm." She mumbled, kissing my collarbone prior to blessing my neck with that hot tongue of hers."Oooooooh." I gasped under the familiar haze of forbidden desire wash over me. "I've wanted you since I was 13." I know." Deb remarked, sucking the skin of my neck. "I saw it in your eyes all these years."Like a feeble c***d, I could only utter.