I emerged from my cocoon in the reading area only for arithmetic lessons. I hoarded the books. I drove away smaller children who wanted to read them.B...t I couldn’t protect them all, all the time. I sat one day to read a book that had interested me only to find that the last dozen or so pages had been torn out by an enraged five-year-old some weeks before. I was furious. I cried. I stormed. I kicked my feet. I was six and I would never find out the ending of the story.My mother weathered the. When he slapped my face in punishment and called me a little slut, my nipples hardened. I bit his finger extremely hard and he punched my lower back as he continued to thrust into my unwilling vagina. The moment his fist impacted with my back I came with triumph. My first orgasm was wild and filled with abandon of a tortured soul released.He twisted my head around and with look of utter disgust, hurled me onto my bed and left the room. I lay there, spilling my essence onto the bed with my body. We're the same size and mom says I always packenough clothes to emigrate with. I'm sure I've done the same again."Silence.Jeanette stared at Angela as the words percolated through her brain.Anthony's jaw was on the floor as he waited for his mother to tell thiscrazy girl where to stick her even crazier suggestion.Silence."Mo-om? Mom! You can't be listening to this." He was beginning to panicas he saw his mother, a slightly distant expression on her face, lookingfrom himself to Angela then back. Then Alejandro did the inexplicable. He invited her to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family in west Texas. He wanted her to meet his mother, his father, his four sisters and older brother. Two siblings were married with young children. Then there were cousins and old high school buddies and an old math teacher whom Alejandro wanted to visit. Michelle didn’t see the point, but since she wasn’t close to her own family, she decided to go. After we get back, that’s when he’ll drop the bomb..