“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean the harm isn’t already done. These are people who have families that have moved on without them. It’s hard to im...gine exactly how these people will simply return to the tribe without disruption. But that wasn’t all.”“Oh?” His mouth was full of the best blackberries he had ever eaten.“My aunt was out there.” Zel’s lips formed a grim line. “When it was discovered that she helped me escape, they sent her into exile. It’s very rare for the tribe to flat out execute one. In a few minutes, Yolanda came back into the room. She had the towel wrapped around her hair, but not around her body. ‘Did you walk the hall like that?’ Jennifer asked, laughing. ‘Sure did, Jennie baby,’ Yolanda said. ‘It dead out there. No one around.’ Yolanda opened her closet and pulled out a bra, panties, garter, hose, and a print dress. She quickly got dressed, then dried her hair. ‘You think they will like me?’ Yolanda asked while brushing her hair. ‘I do,’ Jennifer said. ‘I told Jason. . felt hated, worthless, useless, unloved, unwanted, yes, that sounds about right,” I retorted, making Mom realize the extent of the rift within the blended family, “it’s not as if any of my supposed sisters, including Chelsea, have tried to show me any love. You know who’s shown me love? Lindsay. Maria. My best friend and my cousin ... and Mrs. Cortez, and as of today, Mrs. Fairfax, Mr. Hugo, Ms. Roth, and Mrs. Murphy!”“You ... you’re an abomination. Who would love you ... who should love you?. Public in the sense that my body would be exposed to a group of people while performing sexual acts. I was very nervous and frightened, but I was assured that if anything went wrong, I would give a signal- we would use the red-light system- and the action would stop immediately. I wore a 36 D black, lacy bra (even though my breasts were 38F) underneath a crisp, white button-up blouse. It took me 20 minutes to attach garters from my fishnet stockings up to my hips and short black skirt barely.