We were quite young when we first got to see each other, and I would often help her with chores (chickens, pigs, etc.). It was nice to be with someone...my own age v. hanging out with the old folks.As time marched on, and we grew older together, biology and physiology did their thing. Around age 11 or 12, we both discovered we were changing physically. Of particular note was the sprouting of my pubic hair. At the time of discovery, I wondered if Doris was having the same changes. She was!One. And for Jo the gradual slide into a meek acceptance of a 'lesser' rolegrated and against her will Bec had borne the brunt of it.Discrimination, glass ceilings, subtle condescension had all beenhypothetical theories... until suddenly you found yourself on the wrongside of the fence and had to live it. Even Justin, her closest friend within the agency and the person largelyresponsible for her being back had shown a propensity to see 'woman'rather than 'agent'. Certainly not one that he had. ” Bonnie looks at her cuffed wrist and whispers, "Unless they’re really patient.”“And if they are really patient….?” Marcie whimpers.Bonnie’s eyes snap to Marcie’s body and look her up and down. She locks eyes with her and moves in close as she snarls, “They’ll hunt you for years.”“She’s been hunting you that long?” Marcie says practically spitting out the word hunting like a bad aftertaste.“Three years she’s been trying to get to me. And tonight she finally succeeded.” Bonnie laughs. “I. "I put my hand up. "No, stay. Jordan let Randi in on some of it last night, and it involves both of you." What is it?"And then I opened my mouth and the words just fell out. I began telling my story. The entire thing, starting with the dream that eventually enslaved Marissa, and didn't end until I'd found my mother's diary. There were parts I'd mentioned that even Jordan hadn't heard before. I was glad Patricia didn't react as badly as Cori had - I supposed her conniption muscles were still.