I ignored her too. She talked to the nurses a lot and then to a doctor and then she finally came and told me that she was going to take me away. Then ... really cried. I cried and I screamed and I even kicked her. I wouldn't let her touch me, I wasn't going away. My mother was here; I didn't want to leave her. I knew she was dead, but somehow leaving would be wrong. I wasn't leaving, I wasn't going away, and I wouldn't let them make me. I was still kicking and screaming when two nurses helped. .. how many more times? Don't touch yourself till I tell you to.Bad boy. You are so naughty I really shouldn't do what I'm going to do now, but if you behave yourself I will. Promise? Really promise? Cross your heart and hope to die promise? Oh, alright then.I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting the shoulder straps fall down my arms. I toss the bra over to you and let you feel it – yes, you can play with my bra if you want – smell it, sniff it, lick it – does it taste and smell of hot. Sure I had met many men the other nights but non that had been so over powering and in control. He frightened me and I wanted him for it. We decided to go outside so that we could talk a little more. It was so loud in the bar that we could not hear each other well. My friends were trying to talk me into staying, but I wanted to go with him and when I wanted something, nothing stopped me. Once we were outside he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered me one. I was not a. Each one of these events produced more opportunities to meetmore friends, which led to more baby showers.These showers did more for Gina than expand her network of friends. Itreminded her of her condition. She was a young woman of child-bearingage, the same age as almost all of her peers. It was at one of theseshowers that this fact really sunk into Gina.Gina was watching the expectant mother open her gifts when the womansitting next to her asked her a very simple question, 'have you.