I have no idea what was going on inside my head but after sometime had past, seeing what I was seeing, I reached over and just lifted her dress up and...grabbed hold of a perfectly shaved, semi-hard penis. It looked beautiful; it felt so smooth, soft and warm in my hand. I was in a state of some kind of shock and wonder and had no idea what to say or do!I remember my mom saying something like, “well what did you expect your brother to do with that thing poking out the bottom of your dress.” . Don’t. Ignore. Your. Sister. That’s how we do things! Now bugger off!” my dear uncle said, poking me in the chest every with every staccato word spoken. I muttered something in the form of “Mhm, yeashure.” And ran back to Lindsay…And my downstairs-outsidey. Kate My name is Kate, not Katie! I get so tired of being treated like a child! It’s always the same thing with Uncle Ron, Colin, and daddy. ‘Katie, be careful!’ ‘Katie, you’re still young; you have plenty of time to be an adult.’. Most Christians living in places like America, Canada, Latin America, the Caribbean, Australia, Europe and New Zealand didn’t know how Muslim majorities treated Christian minorities around the world. They amazed me with their naïve mindset toward Islam. In my homeland of Djibouti, even though we’re more religiously tolerant than most predominantly Muslim African nations, I’d be ostracized for being a Christian. And Somali men and Somali women who became Christians face the death penalty for. I was suddenly, finally done with being feeble, with needing to be protected. And my little family were letting me fight my own battle. I felt Tomas' hand on my shoulder, but still no one else spoke."I spoke rashly. I should have ... well, anything but that. I was upset, but that's no excuse." At least you're aware of that much." My tone was icy, and part of me cringed inside; his puppy dog eyes were sad and puzzled and hurt, and his bottom lip stuck out just slightly in a pout. He seemed.