“I’m a whore” and again his hand went across my face. “What are you?” again he asked, “I’m a whore” I started, “I’m your whore”...I added softly. He now looked over at Jon who had followed me into the bedroom, then back at me, “You like dressing like a whore?’ he asked. “She likes dressing like a whore for her husband” I heard Jon say. “And you?” he asked again. “I like dressing like a whore” I said. Another hard slap went across my face, knocking me off a bit to one side. “I like dressing. Tough. That treacherous trip from Hondo, Colombia to the US had imprinted something on Pilar. Her brain, her heart, her being.Pilar’s mother had gone through even more -- a gang rape, unwanted sex, constant bribes. But Lina had been older, experienced. Intelligent enough to research the trip and make an informed decision. She knew what they were getting into.I was thinking about Pilar’s toughness, her strength, because I was thinking of telling her she could go ahead and fuck Walker. They sleep. By the time Rick was thirteen, dad was out the door ... permanently. It was a tough time for us all, but Rick was just entering puberty, which exacerbated his problems.I know of two occasions when Rick had to "show me something". Well, I knew what a penis looked like, although Rick's was huge, compared to mine! What I didn't know was that it spat out something other than piss! The first time, Rick forced me to take his thing in the mouth, but he pulled it out before shooting stuff onto my. I waited until I knew she was out of the buildingbefore pulling out my phone to text Katie."Why didn't you mention that Danny and Charlene were friends thismorning?"A few seconds later, I got her reply."Because I didn't know."I stared at the words, chewing on my lower lip as my mind whirled likea blender missing a few ball bearings. Was there a reason why Katiedidn't know that her sister and Danny were more than just high schoolacquaintances? Was it because they didn't get that way until the.