C'?tait sympa, puis unjour mon p?re d?couvrit les collants planqu?s sous mon lit et ce fut mapire exp?rience. Il se mettait souvent en col?re parfois ...our un rien maisla ce fut catastrophique, certains h?matomes mirent plusieurs semaines ?disparaitre, l'?il au beurre noir fit l'objet de blagues des ?l?ves ducoll?ge et m?me de l'odieux prof de musique.Les ann?es pass?rent je ne recommen?ais pas ? me travestir, c'?tait troptraumatisant, mais j'essayais une autre solution je me laissais pousser. I found several elevators going down, but I moved back to the stairs for fear of being trapped on an elevator by hostile action. The next level down was a warehouse of weapons. I found crate after crate of automatic weapons in the style of the AK-47. They looked to be around .30 caliber, give or take a little, the difference was not significant. I also found a mass of stored ammunition and explosive charges resembling 40 mm mortar rounds. This would be the ideal place to set off a demolition. The others all knew and loved Lindsey, and knew how she had been hurt be her parents. Largely because of Norma and Barbara, Mary was never excluded from the group, but early on, she was mainly an observer.Once Mary began to seek advice, everything changed, especially the other residents' attitudes toward her. She was genuinely seeking help, and she became one of them. Once she ramped up her exercise campaign to become one of the most aggressive of all the women, it further enhanced her position. “Did you enjoy it too?” she eventually broke the silence, her voice still that of a child. “It was lovely,” I replied honestly. “You really mean it?” “Trust me, one of the loveliest ever!” She leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face. “I’m pleased Daddy. Now you can divorce Mummy and marry me instead!” My blood ran cold as the words penetrated deep into my brain, robbing me of all coherent thought. My hand froze on her leg and my body went stiff. “Ow! You’re hurting my leg!” “Sorry I...” I.