She had been around, and she knew Jay was a "chicken hawk," as she called him. At that time she was in denial about my sexual identity - even though h...r lover - Monica had been calling me a sissy as long as she'd known me. I mean, mom knew there was some kind of problem with me because, unlike most of the guys I had grown up with, I had not morphed into a young man after the onset of puberty. Where they all - to one degree or another - had become men - muscle, hair on their bodies, deeper. She and Kevin had spent the night together in his guest room and he had used her insatiably. He had reamed her cunt and arse many times as though there were no tomorrow. The drinks they had been given had made him stay hard through a dozen orgasms, and still he was not satisfied. After many hours they had finally fallen into a deep sleep, and at some point Louise had been taken back to the harem.In the morning she was enjoying the luxury of a bath, attended as usual by two of the bath girls who. Where was Mama? Where was Papa? And Conk? She knew some bad men had taken her, like before but not just one man, a whole bunch of them. Bad women, too. Bad peoples. They didn't do bad things with her, not like the other bad man. They didn't hurt her between her legs, but they put a metal ring around her wrist and connected another ring to the bed, so she couldn't get out of bed. The metal rings were better than the straps; she didn't feel as confined, but she didn't like them. She didn't. This made the Catholics true "Second-class" citizens in their own land.The PIRA response was the increase in bombing incidents mainly directed at the convenient targets of uniformed men on the street and alleged informers and their families that betrayed the cause of freedom. The noticeable upgrading of weaponry introduced the sniper in the mix and the soldiers were incensed at paying the price of political backroom shenanigans.The Sunday demonstration was to be a peaceful march like so many.