There is a growing gap in Illakia between the poor and the middle class. You are largely born into your class, though leaps up and down are possible.... Most of the poor are women. This is because there is a poll tax that only applies to women of five lira, the Illakian currency, a month. This is roughly equivalent to about ?5 sterling. This is small change for middle class women, but a major challenge for poor women, who also have to contend with a high taxation on textiles, making clothes. I sat next to him. We were silent. He then broke the silence and said "So how much did you see last night" I was shy but then i responded. I told him that i only came a minute before he saw me. He said "So you didnt get to see much, i dont mind i just didnt wanted the boy to see you". I didnt say a word. I wanted to know more though. I finally spoke and asked him about it. He was surprised a boy my age didnt know about sex. He then told me all of it. It was making me more and more curious. I. “That’s great!” I said turning back to focus on the road, “Can I please touch your boobs?”“WHAAAAT!? You don’t beat around the bush, do you? Touch my boobs and do what exactly?”Solid retort from her. In all this obsession with boobs, I had never really considered this – what would I really do on that one day, the very moment I finally get hold of boobs?“Stop with your fantasies you cheeky little pervert,” her domineering self was back.We drove in silence for the next few minutes. Very soon we. " You can't do that." I'm an adult. I can do what I want."Mom knew that legally you weren't an adult, but she wasn't going tobring that up. You had been legally declared under the guardianship ofyour parents."I'm sorry Honey but you have to take your pills." I won't. Also, I've been thinking. I want to learn to drive." Drive? What brought this up?" I think I should be able to drive. I don't want you to have to driveme all over or to take buses."Mom believed that you didn't have the.