I’d expected him to leave one the film was over, but instead we walked to my car and he waited while I had another cigarette, still nervous. I stare... at him a little too much I think because he made some kind of comment but I was intrigued by his face, eventually deciding it suited his personality in an odd kind of way. I liked it, it wasn’t what I expected but I liked it. The voice I still wasn’t sure on. In the car I put on some music and we drove to the beach, looking for some privacy. I. Think of the humiliation. Think of the pain. Think of the "what ifs" if I'd... If I'd what? There I go again. Thinking about that overbearing excuse of a man and what it'd be like to continue allowing him to do... Do what? Make me feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in as I neared the store. Flipping on the directional, I swerved my car into a severe U-turn. Cars. Their faces were slightly turned towards the camera, so that their smiling expressions were clearly visible. They seemed poised and confident, but in a non-assertive way. They looked as if they were about fourteen years old.'Do you recognize anyone in this picture?''That's you seated, isn't it, Ma'am?''Yes, it is, dear. But do you recognize either of the young ladies?''No''Take another look. The girl on the left is your father, while the other girl is your uncle''I stared closer. I had never. I wished them both and looked at Di. She wished me and we talked for some time. But she was shy all the time.Even at the dining table later in the evening, she spoke to me keeping her face down mostly and avoiding eye contact. It was like a new bride talking to her husband. Later, after dinner, again we moved back to our usual places to sleep. I was not sure if Di would come up today for suckling me.I closed my eyes but could not sleep. I was hoping that she will turn up today as well. I waited.