Grinning, Frank came over to me at last andgave me a big hug."Hello, Mom," he said, kissing my forehead. "You ready for this?" God, yes!" I said, with...feeling. "Working here is soul-destroying. Iwon't miss a single thing about the dead-end life I've been living." Good, then I just need to go in back to put the fluence on your cook -Burt, wasn't it? - and everything will then be ready. We can't have himinterrupting, so I'll tell him not to come out until after I leave andmake him think you. I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.My foster parents? Yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month.. I felt the roughness of his fingers as he started to force one of them inside of me. It hurt and I gasped, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. “It would hurt less, Ashley, if you loosened up and opened your legs a little like you do for your friends,” he whispered harshly into my ear. I ignored him and squeezed my legs together even tighter. “Fine,” he responded, “if you won’t give your Daddy the same treatment as your little boyfriends then I’ll just treat you like the little slut you are.” He. .just,but they were cut in such a way that you wouldn't know that either ofus were men if you came on us from behind. "Frostbite or hypothermiawould make us more uncomfortable," I reminded Soren as we collected acouple of brooms.We started sweeping snow away from the henhouse door, the roosterpecking at the bristles as if he thought he was fighting a monster.When we were half done Soren said, "I can finish this. Why don't yougo ahead and see what else is in these buildings."I looked out over.