"I can't go out where that many people are going to see me!" Really?" she asked, her eyebrows arching. "Well, I guess I can't force you to go. If yo... choose to disobey me, that's your prerogative. It's a shame, though, I really thought you'd last longer before you stopped being good for me." Stopped being good?" I repeated. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, those words meant something. As Kathy grinned and shrugged, I searched my memory, and when I found the one I was looking for, I felt. The Emperor’s librarian understood that as much as anyone who hasn’t fought it can ever…’ ‘Enough,’ snapped Hopez, turning to the young woman. ‘You are making my ears hu…’ Just in front of his eyes dangled a heavy gold medal. Hopez reached out a hand, took hold of it, and held it still. ‘Outstanding courage,’ he whispered, and turned the medal to see it’s backside. A name was carved into it: Zoa. Hopez realised that he, while inspecting the medal, was actually touching a young woman’s chest,. It was like a shallow pool, with enough water to allow our nubile bodies to skim across the surface in our cotton knickers, which became barely discernible when soaked, as our shapes and form were visible to his naked eye, as we splashed and dived belly first in to the fun.We both knew, even then what he was doing as he watched and encouraged us, we had shared magazine we had found with explicit photographs of people doing it, and watching this old man stroke his as we played, added laughter. Her toes dug into the ground and she tore around the clump of trees searching desperately for her father who, as she stopped, panting and leaning against the tree, was nowhere to be seen. Apparently the sudden light of the moon had sent them searching for cover and leaving her alone. As least she was safe and away from those brutes!It didn't seem right to be irritated with her own father, but she was. She would have thought on their first night out camping he would have taken better care of her.