”I gulped down against the inappropriate urges rising inside me. “Why would I mind? It’s your villa, Aunt Amy.”“I’m forty-two,” my aunt ...eplied through a grimace. “Things aren’t as tight as they were. I’m worried you might not be comfortable with all this wobbly flesh.”The truth spilled from me before I knew I was going to say it. “You’re joking,” I gasped, “I think you’re fantastic.”I think I caught a look of surprise flash across her face. I can’t be sure, however, not with those big dark. My mom would then pick me up from my grandma's house after work. She would usually be done serving John by midnight. After a few months of this, John's wife saw mom at the diner, getting groped by one of the waiters, called her a slut, and had fire her. As it turns out, John had been giving my mom away to the staff and clients, she was his toy, and everyone was getting their hands on her. Everyone was allowed to see and grope her, but only John had been fucking her according to her. John showed. We are slaves down there.”“Nonsense. If that were the case we would be hearing from the lot of you. It’s obvious that it is you alone who has turned against Allah and His will. The punishment for apostasy is severe, not only in this life but the one after.”“I had no other choice. You people gave me no other choice but to shout those things. And by all means I do not take it back. The people running this pit, especially you, should know that women have the same rights in relation to the man.”“I. I followed him as he left the clearing, the other men fell in line behind me. We walked for thirty or forty minutes before we came to a village. I heard a drum being pounded loudly. The villagers came out and stared at me. There were kids, women and men. They were looking at me like I came from Mars. The man I followed, waved his hands and grunted out some commands. Everyone scattered and we walked to a large hut. The hut had a thatched roof and reed walls. It was the largest in the village,.