She knew from her friend Janey at school that her father had been there for her initiation, and the things he and the other men of the village had don... to her.In the midst of changing, standing there topless in just her knickers the locker room door sprang open. For a split second she hoped it was only the receptionist who was checking on her, but in walked Mr.Farnley and his godson. Mr.Farnley was the old man who ran the local newsagents, he was about 65, his grandson had turned 18 last year. Her body had never before felt so alive and free and she didn’t want that feeling to end. The very unique art lesson she had just experienced had also put Jennifer in very high spirits. Going back to normal life and wearing clothes for another week before the next session just seemed like such a drag.As Jennifer got closer to her car an idea began to formulate in her mind. She could delay the putting on of her clothes just a bit longer if she was brave enough to drive home to Cedarcrest still. If that one wishes talk why does she not speak our speech, Kitik asks. I tell him she cannot say our speech, she does not even say our names right, only a little close. I try to say to her some of our speech, but she cannot say good. She does not understand how we speak all in small sounds. She does not even understand how it is different between the sounds we make for speaking and the sounds we make for hearing them back and knowing what is before us and around us. Because I can make her. If Charlie had not been a major part of Sam's life, I'm sure he would have wielded that power with a strong ethical backbone. Charlie had permanently damaged Sam's sense of justice. Sam had been Charlie's protector for far too many years. I wondered if Sam had some sense of relief within his desperate need to protect himself."Come on," said Sam. He sounded restrained."Where are we going?" I asked. As we exited the interrogation room, we met up with Nakamoto."We're taking you home." Can we stop.