She tried to fight me off again but I ignored her struggles and took her in my arms and held her until she gradually settled down and then seemed to c...llapse.I told her over and over that I love her and I held her tight. She sobbed, “You won’t. You won’t love me when you know what I did, what they made me do.”I led her back out to the bed and we sat on the edge. I tried to calm her down and convince her that if she can live with the memory of the things they made me do then nothing will change. Fir usne apna kurta utar diya aur maa ke pass let ke maa ki chunchiyan dabane laga fir usne maa ki blouse ko khol diya chunchi ko chusne laga aur dusri ko daba ne laga. Wo pura maa ke upar chadh gaya aur jor jor se chunchiyon ko chusne laga. Maa jo ki pahle se hi usase chudwane ke liye apne aap ko tayyar karke gayi thi, sahukar ke sir ko apni chunchiyon par dabane lagi. Sahukar maa ki gardan ke pass bhi jor jor se chat raha tha. Wo chunchiyon ko chuste chuste kabhi kabhi jor se kat deta par maa. "No, Never!" he sobbed."What about the panty hose?" Susan chimed in. "I hate them," he gasped. "I'll never put on another pair in mylife. I swear it." Good" they chimed in together. "But just to make sure, maybe weshould turn these guys loose on your other leg. They might aswell match."'Babs' began to beg and plead for mercy. He promised to doanything the two women wanted if they would only relent."Anything?" Susan inquired."Anything!" he promised."Well, that's really good because we promised. " I'd like to try," I said."You can come to my place," she said. "Auntie has a nice sewing room setup."EDITED TO HERE*****"I won't tell anybody that you are sewing a skirt, Emmy," Naomi whisperedto me in the hallways at school on Monday morning, while I was opening upmy locker."Thanks, Naomi. I had so much fun Saturday," I replied.Mom had driven me over to Naomi's house the previous Saturday, where Itook the pattern, the woven teal blue cloth, the elastic and some thread.I don't think I was.