"I'll be leaving you now in their capable hands. How long, Mistress?" She is small and weak. Six weeks at the most. Our methods are most persuasive." ...etty, don't do this please! You want me to beg, I'll beg! Please don't do this!" cried Veronica."After your training is finished you'll thank me... as a matter of fact you'll thank me for everything... including giving your body to whomever I choose, whenever i choose and however I choose."She started up the steps."Do you want her branded?" asked. ”“That scared of Lavi?”“Oh, no sir. I figure I know what Lavi would do. It’s Melissa I’m scared of.”Where was my insurance card? I paused looking for it to look up at him. We were both standing but I had to look up. “What does that mean?”He looked down as if he was used to it, which I’m sure he was. “Melissa is real nice, but nice people, you don’t know how they’ll come at you. I figure that is way more dangerous.”That made sense. “Speaking of people coming at you, did you ever hear anything. Dad turns and starts tickling me. We’re laughing hysterically as I unsuccessfully attempt to fight him off. Tyler joins in, trying to wrestle Dad off me so he can have his turn. Then we’re all involved in a wrestling match, trying to pin each other. Dad falls over with a pretend desperate cry and we pounce, using teamwork to pin him. Tyler counts three and Dad flops over in defeat. Then we sit back up and watch the TV, cheering for our favorite wrestlers. A tear rolls down my face as I pry. As I sat on the train seat, I placed the paper in my lap, hands on top so none of the other passengers could casually read anything incriminating. I desperately wanted to read it myself, but of course, dared not. Leaving the train, I practically ran the mile or so home and melted onto my bed, paper in hand and began to stare at every word on every page till they burned my retinas. Here it was. Here they were. Gays. Queers. Pansies. Poofs! Back then, all those words were used about my kind so.