“Give it back or i’ll tell Mom!”“Oh, believe me, rose, I’m sure she’ll be happy to see this.”She knew I had her trapped. My parents thou...ht that my sister was an angel. They were counting on her becoming a surgeon and paying for their retirement.“OK, what do you want from me?”“I want you to prove that this is actually yours.”She narrowed her eyes angrily.“Fine.”She snatched it from my hand and sighed, staring at it.“Go on,” I taunted, “let’s see.”She insisted that I turn around as she changed. But I do want to hear your story. I need to know why you stay with this bastard."Let me begin with: (Gloria's story)Gloria said, "My parents were killed in an auto accident when I was twelve years old. We lived in Kansas at the time. I moved here to Michigan and lived with an aunt and uncle on mom's side. For a few years everything was nice. Then my uncle started touching me in inappropriate places. Just started with little things like slapping my behind or putting his hand on my thigh. I told. "He couldn't believe his ears. Back home girls were terrified to get pregnant. Vicky had dropped her dress again, and Bobby now wished he had taken a better look.His curiosity overcame his reluctance to seem inexperienced in front of this beautiful girl, and suddenly he asked: "You mean to say you have have done... 'that'... already?"She shook her head, and slowly started walking towards a big oak across the path"Momma say I cants till I'm married... But I's gonna git married in three weeks.". ”The two women took their positions. I stood naked before them, hands spread out and raised halfway to the ceiling, legs attached to a heavy metal spreader bar, about three feet across. I was totally vulnerable.Each time Mistress Flavia hit my back, I staggered with the weight of the blow, and my feet involuntarily shuffled beneath me so I could keep my balance. As I staggered, the weighted chain clinked and cruelly pulled at my balls. I’d been whipped like this before, but the pain increased.