The warehouse itself was a decrepit old slum quite small and only a single storey with just one entrance at the front, so it was unlikely anyone would...venture behind. The back wall did have some windows though and it was there Jessica intended to look.The first problem was the height of the windows, the bottom of which were over two metres from the ground, she would need something to stand on. The second problem being as what she needed to stand on would have to be at least a couple of feet. After a few kilometers, we turned to the village road towards the temple. That road was also very bad. I stopped the scooter and asked mom if she was comfortable. She said yes. But I knew she was being thrown around on the seat as she was sitting with both legs on one side.I then told her to sit with each leg on either side as we sit on a bike so that she will not feel too many jerks due to bad roads. She looked at me and said she was wearing a saree. It will not be good to sit with legs on. They are the fantasies of wonderful people who have courageto desire more out of life, but only explore it with the walls oftheir own imagination. Each of these authors should be thanked fortaking the time to share their most intimate hopes and dreams. Withthat said; Know this, what we are about to share with you is not afantasy it is 100% true. It is 100% reality. Be warned it is graphicand it deals with real emotions, real slavery and real transformation.Part ISo who are we? We are a group of. Her face was a mask of pained concentration as I moved into her, she opened her eyes and looked at me.“Hank, I hurt,” she moaned.“You’re becoming a woman now Jamie, and for a woman it’s always pleasure mixed with a bit of plain. Think about it, nature’s compromise, a human female has a clitoris, the only organ in the animal kingdom that’s only function is to give pleasure, but the enjoyment of that pleasure can lead to the pain of childbirth.”“Right now it just hurts Hank,” she groaned.“Jamie.