......... This began several years ago, in 1852, when I was twenty. It was late inthe evening of a spring day. I was just about ready to blow out thec...ndle and crawl into bed, and had barely undressed when I heardshouting, and a violent banging at the door of my hut."Marchio, move your lazy bones!" It was my foreman Luigi Morelli. Igroaned. What did he want now? He was forever finding one bit of work oranother for me to do in the daytime. This was almost night. The criesgot louder, "Hurry up!. Your parents watch you like a hawk and I can tell by the girl you arethat they don't put up with any nonsense. Children are examples of howthey're raised, and I can tell strict loving parents raised you. You'rea very lucky girl. Now what do you want to tell me?" I'm a boy."From the reaction on Sofia's face, I think I could have knocked her downwith a feather."Amanda, you're joking?" I'm not. That's why Mrs. Meyer didn't notice me right away. It was onlyafter Cindy told her about the game my mom. He begged me to see if I could fix her. I did, so no big deal; I saw something that needed fixing and I fixed it, so what?”“Now everyone can see why you are so lovable. Come we have some time to catch up on a few of your chores. We have moved you into one of the headmen’s quarters and you have some very horny wives to take care of. So let’s go first and the rest can follow later.Barbara led me to an unoccupied headman’s room and then took a wooden tee thing with a hide screwed to the top wood. “That’s really evil, even for you. Mom will know who I am.”“Will she, though? Let’s bet.”Even a well-rested, well-fed Mindy wouldn’t have had the energy to fight off her brother as he carried her wet, naked body into his bedroom. Hearing his bed creak all day from the adjacent room was a completely different experience than being in there with him, crushed under his weight. But at least she was in a bed. As far as rapes went, she was OK with trading incest trauma for a little bit of comfort..