And that was not by my choice at all. Simply put once I was away from where my father could easily influence events and where he was not apt to travel...the attitude of those he 'hired' to take me out of my home country changed. Suddenly I was like any other, no I think, lower than the girls they had payed to gain access too. At least that was my perception. Then again until the moment that one of them demanded to be able to examine me intimately I had no clue that they were anything except for. My moving about must have awakened the woman who was glued to my rear because a moment later she whispered, “Good morning, John.” Then she leaned forward to nibble my ear.I turned my head to look at my assailant. “You’re obviously not Cara. I told her last night that I didn’t like that.”“Oops, sorry; I didn’t know. I flipped onto my back and she moved right in, ducking under my arm as her leg found its way over my thigh.“You two look exactly alike.” I would have continued but for the. "The guys in the front row said it quietly and out of rhythm."Say it again guys, louder," I said."It's all bullshit." they said louder and with more confidence."One more time," I yelled."It's all bullshit," they screamed."You Betcha," I confirmed."Why does she risk it?" I asked in a quieter, calmer voice. "Because she wants one of the following: Either "A," she wants to test you. "B," she's tired of your relationship and she wants to shake it up or get rid of you. Or "C," she's just so caught. I stammered an apology, but she ignored it and headed upstairs, leaving me to curse my unwise impulsiveness and wondering whether I had screwed up the whole relationship. I didn’t sleep very much that night.The next day was the day before my birthday, and Mom greeted me warmly in the morning, even giving me a kiss. This certainly made me feel a lot better. I tried to apologize again about the night before, but she put her fingers on my lips and then kissed me lightly again. I went off to school.