I grew up in a small town just outside of Boston, the youngest of three daughters. I had what most would call a picture perfect family. My mother was ... stay at home mom and my father worked as an eletrician and all around handyman. I had a family who loved and supported me my whole life, no matter the situation. I couldn't ask for anything better. I studied hard and excelled in school for the most part, getting close to straight A's during my earlier schooling. I had a great life with a bright. Youprance up to the door, being careful to bend over at the waist to "picksomething up" while walking up the driveway. I have ordered you to do thisevery time so that you can show off for the neighbor men. You knock on thedoor. I open it and drag you inside, shouting at you that you are late. Younot only need to clean my house but you are also going to "serve" at myparty later in the afternoon. I drag you to the couch in front of thelarge, open windows and make you bend over. i pull off my belt. “Plus it’s after 9:00am, so there would have been people there visiting the Social Security offices or whatever. One reporter said there’s a daycare center.”“It doesn’t look like too many people are going to come out of the building,” Don Larson, one of the programmers commented.“I’d say you’re probably right,” I agreed, then tuned to Elyse. “I’m going back to my desk. Let me know if they announce anything about the perpetrators.”“Will do.”I went back to my desk and called Stephanie at Spurgeon. I called her Jackie, but she rarely called me Penny, using my given name most of the time. She was an incredible big sister, looking out for me when we were with others, telling me some things about the world I didn't know. Like me, she had little sexual knowledge before she lost her virginity to a classmate at fifteen. I looked up to her with geniune affection as those years added complexity to my life, and she did her best to be honest whenever I asked her questions, even very personal.