These were all close together to promote a sense of community. Karen, Jane, and I hoped that worked.All four men had completed their flying training a...d had been issued their Mustangs. M5-M8. George got his first and John got his second. That annoyed John no end. John had always been the richest kid at school, and he didn’t let the other kids forget that. I had recognized that early, but I had tried to ignore it. I guess that was a mistake, but I had little experience with rich teens.At least,. “Yeah. Yeah, they are.”“I see you out here with them a lot. That’s really nice of you.”“I don’t mind.”We’re quiet for a few minutes. It makes me a little depressed that I can’t think of anything to say to him.“You’re a hairdresser, right?”The question startles me and I look at him, face to face. He seems different close up. His nose has been broken countless times, I can tell, and his lips are almost too big for his face. His eyes are a disconcerting blue- not a crystal blue, but a dark, moody. ” By the time I finished telling her what I thought, she was in tears and shaking like a leaf. She turned her face away when I tried to lift her eyes to mine and shook a couple of tears loose.“Sally, I told you that I’m not judging you and that I’m not going to blab to anyone,” I reminded her as I pulled her against me to comfort her. I let her stew for a while. The front of my shirt was thoroughly tear-stained by then. I’d spent the time wondering if I screwed up trying to talk to her about. " Karen's upper lip was grotesquely swollen, as well as both her cheeks. Itwas a relief learning that it didn't signify broken teeth. "That will go in a matter of days. But there's other things that she needsa breather for." Karen was sitting in a chair specially designed for this project: her anklesand wrists immobilised, her legs set apart, her groin exposed and readily available.We haven't washed her after the rape so Jean-Michel had to use a sponge toremove dried blood and semen from her.