"I won't be intimidated by my own son," declared Lani aloud. She laid out her favorite pair of slacks."That's a nice skirt you're wearing, Mom. I alwa...s like to see it on you," said Heather."It's just a skirt," said her red-faced mother. At the very last moment Lani had decided against defying Danny. Heather bringing up the skirt she now wore seemed to accentuate the cowardice Lani exhibited."But it shows off your legs very nicely." Eat your breakfast, Heather Ann," said Lani trying to cut off. See, Ive been a slut since the age of thirteen, well, I grew into a slut gradually starting at thirteen and it escalated every since. It began with my stepfather when my mother went to the east coast to see her parents and I was alone at the house with Dave, my stepfather. Dave was in his early 40s and having begun puberty only a little over a year prior, I had an attraction to him, but I was too nervous and too naive to even flirt! However, Dave apparently had looked at me several times when. .[Long pause]aroslav: Take your time.[Tears]BREE: He looked so disappointed in me. That's all I ever do is disappoint people. He put me in rehab for the summer and when I got out I found out I was enrolled at SCU. He's on the faculty there, so I guess he pulled some strings. But he watched me like a hawk. It was like being in high school again. He checked my homework every night, okayed who I went out with, what I wore, and what time I had to be home. He wouldn't let me get a driver's license. He was pleasantly surprised to be addressed in creole and answered “ Hey..Mauricienne? Mo bien merci et toi meme?” (Hey! Mauritian girl? I’m fine thank you and you yourself ?) So that’s how I met A. Just like myself – he was half Mauritian – His dad was Belgian and his mum was Mauritian. We spent the evening chatting about common Mauritian things… about our half home countries…the politics...the local places and food. I didn’t realise until then how much I missed Mauritius. I hadn’t gone back.