She could buy, but would have to have money, confined to steal only cash.Her body was betraying her, forcing her to become a woman, and to be vulnerab...e to men. Most likely a pimp would catch her and turn her out, first selling her virginity, then using her as bait in a honey-trap, then prostituting her until she was used up and discarded in all too few years which would however seem far too long. She’d seen it happen over and over before.As an orphan, she had no prospect of a marriage, because. We cooked. We cooked whole bunches of stuff and she showed me that since I was having trouble sometimes having meals ready in the evening that I could make an entire dinner, freeze it, and have it ready to go on demand. She was very careful about what we cooked to freeze, though. Not everything was good that way. But meatloaf, lasagna, and a bunch of down-home, Indiana casseroles could be made in advance and be thawed the night before I knew I had a tough day ahead. We had a good time and we. ”“You’re driving! How busy can that be?”I knew how to shut her up, “If you must know ... I’m talking to the voices in my head.”If she could get any farther away she would be outside hanging on to the mirror ... or not.“Look, you guys can handle Karen ... can’t you?”“Really?” I said ... after all, it was in for a penny in for a pound.I looked at the bloody mess in the front seat, a cigarette paper wouldn’t find room between her body and the door. She need explaining to ... so.“Yes, yes, yes .... What I mean to say is the door didn’t cover the entire cabin; it would partially cover the cabin which means the person sitting in the opposite cabin could see your knees clearly even with the door closed and if he bent down, he could see even your face clearly. There was privacy but not complete privacy. Peeping Toms could have a field day. It was that sort of browsing centre.I sat down without bothering to close the door as I was feeling suffocated. I opened my inbox and began to download the.