Veronika survived and Vanessa’s grandmother, Sasha was born of that rape in 1957.Life in what was then still Russia was pretty grim for a lot of peo...le. Veronika turned to prostitution to put food on the table. They often slept in train stations, bus depots, backs of cars. Veronika never quite shook what was probably pneumonia and would die of dysentery in 1965.Earlier that year Veronika sold Sasha to a pedophile from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We think he adopted her in order to bring her home. In. It's those that don't do as they're asked who get into trouble." Who are you and what do you want?" she found the strength to ask.Happy paid no attention to her question. She was quite a prize! She was tiny, in her early twenties, and her hair was the silkiest, softest looking blonde he had ever seen. She had large blue eyes, emphasized, he noticed with black pencil marks around the rims, but his attention returned to her hair. It fell below her shoulders and was just curly enough to defy man;. I dropped my gym bag beside the door, then took off my t-shirt and sports bra and threw them to her. She held the bra to her nose briefly, then placed it gently in the laundry bin beside her bed. I went over to the bed, pushed her aside and lay down on my back, putting my hands behind my back. Karen leaned over me and brought her face close to my right armpit. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, and gave it a quick lick.Her nose wrinkled as she took in the smell and taste, but she didn’t. Still, they seemed to get a lot of tips. I began wondering if I could take my clothes off, too. I got my answer a month later. Sharla and another girl shared a spot on the stage. It was a very sensuous dance where the girls concentrated on each other instead of performing for the men. I loved to watch them from the cage. It was one of the most beautiful things I had seen. They even kissed, which made me uncomfortable at first, but then it just seemed a natural part of the performance. It was.