I thought they were taking her to parties and clubs to have fun. But it also used to make me sad that they did not take me out for nights as frequentl... as Divya. And also the fact that Divya did not want to talk much about those times made me sad (and jealous, sometimes) too.One day, when I had just finished my monthly period and going through the mood swings, Divya was not home. So by the time she came home next morning I was crying. I asked her about why uncles did not love me as much as they. You’re going to have to take on a new identity, I’m afraid.”“What??” cried Ginger. “I have a life! You can’t just fuck me and take that away.”“Well, it’s that, or I keep you locked up until we decide what to do with you, but that would be such a shame. You have so much potential,” he said, grinning confidently. “I’ll let you go home for now, but try not to interact with anyone, because they won’t recognize you.”Ginger put on some clothes that Scott handed to her and wandered back to her car in. Since she was nearly broke, the only way she had to California was to hitchhike. The two jerks in the car had promised to take her to Blyth, California. They tried to make her pay for the ride. When she didn't have enough money for them, they told her they would accept another form of payment. "We'll just take it out in trade." Jay quoted one of the men.Jay said when she asked what that meant, they laughed at her. The driver then told her, "Pussy baby, pussy."She continued. "When they stopped. The boys were practically tripping over themselves to answer the questions. I had never seen this before! One by one, they made no effort to hide their leering gaze as they would check her out head to toe, and would often stare right into her cleavage as they took the chalk from her. In the afternoon, I had Katee hand-out the assignments for everyone. I had her walk slowly up and down each aisle, giving the boys ample opportunity to check her out. Katee began to sit down and take an assignment.