"Its something I think she will understand, when you tell her say it is what the colonial fleet believes causes peace" I said.She looked at me strange...y."Just promise me you will tell her that when I leave." I said.She nodded slowly."okay, I will." She said.We watched the children play in the park for several hours, we parted ways just before sun down, she had a night shift at the hospital, and I had a tour in the mourning, she smiled at me."Anthony if I don't see you again, I enjoyed the time. My assignment to Aramina was on the basis of my suspicion that this was part of her problem. Had I been wrong, she might have been puzzled, or angry that I suggested she resembled the ancient images of the goddess. (She did. Objectively, her wide hips, an exaggerated feature of many figurines, definitely called to mind the fertility goddess.) As it was, it provoked a useful discussion.Gradually, she was able to accept herself as she was. I don't think I had much to do with her conclusion that. ”I took a deep breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event – one that thankfully, wasn’t real.I shook the images from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our night out.*I went home the next day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my. Clean every last inch of yourself for me, especially your pussy and arse. I'm going to lick you everywhere and I want you to be clean."All I could do was blink at him and wonder what the hell....? Then he slapped my face, only lightly but enough to startle me; I gave a cry and stumbled backwards."Upstairs. Bath." He showed me the six-pack of beer in his left hand. "I'm going to drink two of these and expect you downstairs. Don't dry yourself, come down wet. And fucking clean." He turned.