“Jason. You know you’re supposed to be home when I get here.”“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I’m at Avery’s house. I’ll be on my way back rig...t now.”“Ok. Hurry.”“What was that?” Avery asked.“I gotta go home now. Sorry dude.”“Ah, no it’s cool. See you Monday man.”“See ya.”I grabbed my backpack and coat and made my way home. It was already dark and very cold outside. I rushed home trying to get out of the cold as soon as possible. As I opened the front door I heard Dad calling me from the living. " Karl says. "What's her name?" Mel asks as he eyes the photos."Marcy Angeli," Karl answers. "She just celebrated her nineteenth birthday!"Mel studies a picture of a lovely young woman standing in Central Park overlooking the lake. "How'd you get her to do that?" Mel asks, poking the woman's bare chest. "I just walked up to her, told her to stay still, and unbuttoned her blouse!" Karl squeals. "She wants to make it as a model, so she listens to the photographer. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I. John grabbed her by the throat.“You are mine now bitch. You and your delectable daughter are my whores now.”Anita was stunned and was crying; how could she have been so blind and stupid.“Strip you slut. Johnny needs some cunt”Anita blanched at his words. He struck her again and she began to undress. She stood in her plain white cotton bra and knickers.“After today you will wear the underwear and nylons I have left in your room. You will wear dresses or skirts; do you understand bitch?”Anita. There was something that bothered Pramila and so she spoke,“Ashwinji, I know that you are kind enough to forgive us but if there is anything…”Before she could even complete the sentence she was interrupted by a handsome young man walking towards them. He was wearing a full white dress with white shoes, cap and a bat in his hand.“Dad. I am going to the ground for the Cricket match. I will be back by evening,” said he. Simply telling his father instead of taking permission. Looking at him, Ashwin.