They handed her some clothes to put on, but told her the plug stayed in. she pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt and got back into the car. Sitting ...own, the plug went deeper and she knew it could be seen in her jeans. What would she tell her parents? How could she explain?They drove a little more, and just before arriving at Tracy’s house, Linda stopped the car and said, “Tracy, get out, drop your pants and pull the plug out. Wouldn’t want to try to explain the bulge in your pants, would. Dad claimed there wasn’t any time. Ana’s father wanted to meet me right away.“Don’t worry,” Dad said. “I’m going to sign the damned contract. I mean, what choice do I have?”The contract arrived the very day I was to meet Ana. Dad immediately found fault with the wording even though both lawyers had approved it.“Your mother and I will discuss it further while you’re on your honeymoon.”“Your father won’t sign that contract once you’re safely married to this girl,” Mom told me privately. . A fearful thought creeps along her bared spine as she knows her beauty and the knowledge that she could, indeed, wind up in the arms of a Tuchuk sleen only to be a slave to the bosk and the land. She suddenly cries out as the slaver’s whip cracks overhead causing an immediate response by the trained beast within her. Slender arms shoot up above curls of beaten copper that caress in a waterfall of color down her bared spine. Hips twist slightly in a shift of sumptuous curves, one lean dancer’s. I did not know why they had in a way summoned mebut I just stood with my head drooping.Mother said, "Honey, your clothes are dirty. Why don't you change?" I don't have any clothes left mother," I said.To that my mother just went inside my sister's room and got her kurta(that she was wearing yesterday) and asked me to put it on.The indian culture is very male chauvinist and I was raised in thatculture. Ever since my childhood, at my schools, in my classes, I wasused to thinking of women not.