My mom is a hippie in the truest form. My mother has always believed that a house is for eating and sleeping, and the outdoors are for living. Camping... hiking, biking, sightseeing, gardening. Anything that gives us the opportunity to convene with nature. My mother returns with a glass of water. I hadn’t even noticed that she’d left the room. I take my time with the water, tasting it. Savoring the simplicity of a glass of water in my home. I glance over at my mother and see that her face is wet. I couldn't stop now so I put on the only skirt I owned which was a blue washed denim knee length with a split up the back, and then a white gypsy style top, both of these garments had come to me from the laundrette where people had left them in the dryers and while helping mum I had stumbled across them.Last thing to put on were my wedge heeled sandals I had found in the refuse they were a bit big for me but that didn't matter as I walked around the empty house enjoying every moment, but all to. “You thinking of getting up there? That would be very brave on just your first day.”“No, not me, but those four freshman girls standing over there have dared themselves to. They invited me along to watch with some of their other friends.”After a brief pause Jared turned his head and looked hard at Vanessa’s face and said, “I reckon you should get up there and beat them to it! Do you need to pee or crap or anything?”Vanessa’s eyes suddenly went big and round as she whipped her face around to. I cut him a little to show him I meant what I said. He needed several stitches to close the cut. He never touched me again and there were times I didn't even see him for months." Why didn't you divorce him?" Ed asked."The abuse started immediately after we got married. After years of being told that you aren't really a woman, you start believing it yourself. I have no family and no close friends, so where could I go? After the rape, I was content to just be left alone."Ed reached for her and.