Twelve was bad and thirteen was even worse. All I wanted was to see and feel a woman. I was obsessed with the thought of women. I couldn't stop thinki...g about them. This was in the early sixties and magazines with naked girls wasn't easy to get. I don't think I saw any nude-mags till I reached seventeen or something. And the girls weren't as mature and early to engage in any sexual relationships then as they are today. I don't think I ever heard of any girl getting involved in anything sexual. Totally under control of that two nurdy asian guys. Not able to move or regret the torture she is receiving. So incredible horny she came twice within seconds. After that they released her of her bondage and lead her to the kitchen where she had to cook for the guys. They made a break and after one hour they had eaten. Bena did not. They had bound her to a chair. I could hear a machine running. Sounded like a mixer. They presented a huge bucket of puree. Bena couldn’t move. The next scene. My wife said I should get out and meet people more and when she couldn't drive the mini bus for the local old folks home so asked me to do it for her. I said I'd drive them to a local supermarket to get their shopping. The mini bus was surrounded by old biddies aged from their late sixties to over eighty, no men at all. Most struggled in with me giving just a helping hand but one large lady asked me for a push up. I tried my best to do it in a gentlemanly way, but she grabbed my hands and. They retreated back into the kitchen."Jimmy, I already told Ruby," Greta said."Told her what?" Jimmy asked."Oh, just what a little birdie told me about Congressman Carter's accusations. So I came over here and told Ruby." Greta gave him a self-satisfied smile."Then you already know." He looked down at Ruby and told her, "I never felt so dirty in my life as I did when I told the hospital to release our baby's records." He looked at her for a moment and cast his eyes downward."Well?" She was.