Her body was lithe against mine. She was soft and warm, vulnerable and fragile, and, most of all, completely open to me. Never before had any person b...en so precious to me as she was at that moment. She lifted her head as if to speak but no words came and she started to look away. Tears sparkled in her eyes as I reflexively took my right hand from her waist and placed it softly on the side of her face. My fingers twined into her soft hair and, with my thumb, I gently wiped a tear from her. Then they moved me to a private room. I had just finished breakfast there on my second day when Paul Matlock, a deputy sheriff in Osage County, rapped on the door and peeked into my room. ‘Morning, Mr. Schaefer. How are ya feeling?’ I was acquainted with the man, who often bought tomatoes from me at the Farmers’ Market. ‘I’m fine, Paul, as well as can be expected. Come in.’ Paul was in his late 30s, a member of the Osage tribe. He was just as astute as he was easygoing. He took a seat and. ?Knowing he controls all of me.? When Iget that strung-out, I let him do anything to me, just to have what Ineed.? I let him make me do anythingtoo- disgusting things, unimaginably humiliating things.? I'm so detached from them that I can thinkabout them easily. I've detached myself from my own pride, out ofself-preservation, so as not to feel the self-loathing that would crush me if Ididn't.? As Icontinue to mouth Nick's sac now, greedily, he grabs the sides of my head tohelp the process. I even did it with Mr. Franklin, my Dad’s best friend. I let him touch me. He touched me here.” She touched her tits. “And here.” She touched her crotch. “He had his hands all over my ass. I even let him put his hand up my shirt. Then we did it.” Kiva sighed. “I’d let you put your hands in my pants if you wanted.”Ethan went around the counter to her side. With his foot, he moved her stool out so she was facing him. Ethan took the glass from Kiva’s hand. She watched him with amusement. He was.