” No one had used one of those on her since she was little and she didn’t want this man to do so either.She began to struggle in her bounds. The s...me man who had spoken said, “Oh, goody she awake.” A third man said, “You should take her temperature anyway.” She cried out, “No! No! I’m okay. You don’t need to do that.” She felt someone step between her legs and unsuccessfully attempted to close her legs. She continued saying, “No, please, no. You don’t need to take my temperature, I’m fine.” She. S ta porate hobethik ache kintu amar messe hobe na r mitu o ki asbe?Na o asbe na ami asbo ami tomak deke nebo thik ache bye bole rekhe dilam pordin bikeler dik amak rimpa ph korle ami gelam dekha korte bollo pre ghurbo cholo kichu kheye ni amio bollam thik ache khete khete o kotha bolte thaklo onek kichui bollo tar por jiges korlo tomak ekta kotha jiges korbo?Boloamak tomar kamon lage?ami thomke giye bollam ha valoi lageami tomak kichu bolte chai tai tomak dekechiph e bolte parteph e hobe na. Finally after weeks in a San Francisco court they divorced and we went to live in Oakland, Dad went back to his business in Mexico and Spain. He sent only the money necessary for my necessities.Mom got a few weird friends that scared my 12 year old skin, they all looked like witches and together they did a real "akelarre" or a witch meeting with their scandalous laughs, and plans to probably rule the male world.After a few months of those plans I was looking for something under my mother bed. He was the only servant my father would allow in his study and apart from my father, Dorzi seldom associated with the other occupants of the house. One night when my father was away and my mother was busy entertaining one of her lovers, I slipped from my chamber. My father’s study was in the far wing of the house. It took me a long while to reach it by candlelight. It was also imperative that I go there unseen for I was forbidden to enter the room without my father. My journey was easier than I.