* Rose did as she was told. She knew that Lena could read the image fromher mind. *I can't really read their minds, damn it!* Lena exclaimed. *Are the... shielded?* *No. Their self-talk is in some language I don't know. Whatever thelanguage is, they think in it as well as speak it." "Is something wrong, Tit?" Rose could tell that Tara was tired ofwaiting, and was concerned about something. "Yeah, Prune," Rose replied. "But I'm talking to Radar about it. Theangels will deal with it." For some. ****Most weekends I would spend some time at my neighbor's, playing with hiselectric train. I liked that, and back when my parents were still pushinggirls' clothes on me, it gave me an excuse to go back to boy clothes fora while. But this weekend I didn't. I sat around in my dress, pretty muchat loose ends, until I thought of looking at a book. My room was full ofbooks about cars and woodworking and sports, but off in a dusty cornerthere were some girls' books my folks had gotten for me. I was not some slut that lets my best friend’s dad eat my pussy. He looked me dead in the eye. It looked like he had turned into an animal. He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and with his eyes told me to stop that fucking shit. I was frozen with fear. His head went back between my legs – I struggled to push my knees together but it didn’t help. Frustrated he let me go only to practically rip my underwear off. I can’t believe this is happening! What the fuck has gotten into Dawn’s dad.. And that it was a good hour from Julia’s house to the airport with the normal weekday traffic.“Love u 2!” Janet texted on her mom’s phone.Janet heard her mom screaming loudly, “Oh Matt, oh Matt” in the shower from fingering herself and imagining Matt was fucking her. Matt did not reply to the last text, and Janet deleted the exchange so her mom would not find out about the communication. Janet woke up early the next morning to see her mom leave for the airport. As the car with Julia departed,.