Valerie had rescued her physically, but not mentally. Francine had panic attacks at first, breaking into crying fits and nightmares at the drop of a h...t. So desperate for relief, Francine had gone numb, feeling nothing. That numbness had concealed a smoldering rage that sought out expression.At first, she’d sought that expression through pain of her own. She’d sought out a cutter, a woman who got her kicks by slicing subs with a knife. Actually, her knife designs were quite lovely on Francine’s. She is pretty..." answered her Angela."I sure hope we look like her when we get older..." I... uhhh... yeah... but it sure is taking a while" stated Angela awkwardly, once again looking down at her young body."It looked like Mom shaved her her... um... down there... since the last time I saw her naked." Yeah..." Heh," asked Arin, now enthusiastic, "do you have any hair down... there?" Uh... a little... do you wanna see?" Yeah, sure, I'll show you mine, I have some too..." replied Arin now. "Brad, this is Jackson. I know you have great connections in Washington. I need a fast check run. There was a general court-martial in the Pacific — I'm guessing it was between three and four years ago, and probably at Subic Bay. The defendant was Lieutenant Susan Jennings, U.S. Navy Nurse Corps. She was convicted and dismissed from the service. I want everything you can get on the trial and its outcome, and I want it fast. Understand? Call me at home as soon as you get anything at all." The. Or had been in the past. While naked, I mean. Frankie looked at me with huge eyes."My sister has these sleepovers," I said. "And she always invites this girl named Frankie. She's a freshman, but she's one of those chicks that's too cute to be real, you know? Like she was the tomboy you used to play baseball with, but then suddenly she grew up and you wanted to see her naked. Anyway, one night I snuck around the outside of the house and peeked in the window of my sister's room, and I did see.