Was I in trouble? How soonwould I be able to get rid of this hair - would my mom let me shave myhead? How stupid would I look with a shaved head? What...if she did not letme shave my head? Can we dye it back? Would I have to go back to thatsalon? What could we do about the girly bangs I now sported? The tearsrolled down my face as I felt afraid of what lay ahead."Sorry." I looked over at the other bed in the room where Vanessa lay."I'm afraid too..." My mom is going to kill me. I have no idea. Joyce brought her hands in front of her body, twisting away from the sadistic thug’s grinning face and his crude, probing fingers as she grimaced and stood flexing her shoulders and massaging the angry weals the plastic tie had left on each wrist.She winced and gasped at the intense, throbbing pain of returning circulation; working her fingers to try and get some feeling back into them. Behind her there was a brief exchange of crude, obscene comments and coarse laughter from the three men as. He drove her home and they kissed for a few minutes in the front seat of his car before Melinda hopped out and ran up to the front door of her new big house on top of the hill in the town of Caledonia.She was very quiet as she entered the house. She knew that her new step-father, Bernard, could be very cranky when she made too much noise coming in after he was asleep. Neither of Michele’s daughter’s fully understood the relationship between their mother and their new step-father. They didn’t. 'What do I do now?' I wondered. From the couple of gasps I heard, I though he must be enjoying the view - so far! Or were those gasps just for my benefit? I was a bit unsure of what to do now, he had seen me topless, was he happy with that, and was that sufficient? Or, now I had my skirt off, did he think, or want me to, go further? I waited a moment to see what I could hear. Nothing. He didn't appear to be moving away. 'OK' I said to myself under my breath, and moved to sit on my bed. He.