She was in the other room. I was scared stupid, but If I was having a stroke I’d rather it kill me than adding another level of disability. I don’... want a life as a vegetable in a home.On the Night Of Hell they thought I was having a stroke and gave me a shot that they charged me personally, not the insurance company because I don’t have any, me personally over $98,000 dollars for. That’s just for the medicine in the syringe. Not giving the shot, nothing else. I still owe $40,000 on that shot.. She stood up. At 5'7 she was of average height, although her body was curvacious; not quite chubby, but just a little wider than normal. Her double D boobs pulled tightly against the "Winnie the Pooh" t-shirt that was the entirety of her pyjamas. She stood and stretched, the hem of the t-shirt rising to reveal just a hint of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.As she scratched idly at her perfectly rounded buttocks, Jenna noticed a note taped to her bedroom door. She tore it off and read it."Jenna,". "Go get her out of there." Yes'm," I said and set out. It made for a very curious weekend.That Friday I nosed around and found that there was, indeed, a competition, open only to militiamen, no British regulars or mercenaries, and that, indeed, the prize was a girl, a maiden as she was advertised, of some sixteen years. Most men in the tavern doubted that, doubted there was a women left in New York over the age of twelve who was a virgin. "Less'n she were awful fast," one said. "Or powerful. Why wasn't I fighting his every advance, screaming at his touch, spitting on his face when I got the chance? I decided it wasn't so much the punishment I feared, though I did dread the spankings and public exposure, but the lack of commitment on my part. I realized that I just didn't really care about my honor, or even the honor of my family. My father was a boor, really, not to speak ill of the dead. He was not much liked by his friends and his enemies hated him. So why struggle and subject.