If we don't assert our truth, it may again be relegated to fantasy. But the truth won't go away. It will keep surfacing until it is recognized. Truth ...ill outlast any campaigns mounted against it, no matter how mighty, clever, or long. It is invincible. It's only a matter of which generation is willing to face it and, in so doing, protect future generations from ritual abuse. Young girls are like helpless c***dren in the hands of amorous men, whatever is said to them is true and whatever. The next two periods flew by pretty quickly, and then it was time for lunch and to see about talking to Mr. Shelby. I grabbed a burrito and a carton of milk from the snack bar and headed over to the teacher's lounge. They had tables set up outside with big umbrellas so that the teachers could enjoy the sunshine. Mr. Shelby was talking to someone I didn't know. He glanced at me as I approached and as I got closer I heard him say something like, "that's fascinating, really. I'll have to look into. "Stand up," Josie ordered."Please no," I begged.She roughly pulled me up and demanded, "Pull down your pants." Holy mother fucker," a guy screamed, "I'm coming." The real faggots come from getting ass fucked," Josie explained as she unbuckled my belt.I just allowed her to undress me, unable to say no to her and yet also unable to do it myself even as I tried to process how I had ended up in this predicament and what she wanted to do to me.She tugged my pants down and then my underwear."Nice. "If paying the old shopkeeper would bring Felice back and revive Mrs. Hendricks, I would have done it in an instant. But I was stubborn. The clock was mine, and no one was going to take it from me. "We had a fair deal." Seventy-two cents wasn't a fair price and I knew it. But the clock had caused grief as well as pleasure. What would a fair price be?"That's an odd, name don't you think?" asked Maggie. "Dutchie? They didn't look Dutch." Probably a nickname. Maybe she liked going Dutch treat." I.