It didn’t stop him, continually molested me daily during the school week.This went on; for well over a year.Dad blamed my mental state on the fact I...used to worship the bikers, and now I wasn’t mixing with them.Steve was still molesting me, throughout this time.The school advised my mum to seek counseling, for me.We couldn’t afford it so, nothing was done.I don’t remember too much of those years, only in blurs and flashes; maybe trauma.Things didn’t change until one day when; Dad came home. “Ummm…I’d rather not talk about it”, she said with a deep sigh, and then I noticed tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.I wanted badly to hug her and comfort her, but my t-shirt would have fallen off and left me exposed. I didn’t want to think about sex while she was crying.“Well, maybe I should tell you; i’ve had some bad experiences with men… No, not rape or anything like that…in high school I was sort of plain looking and shy, and the few boys I dated were only interested in sex. They. But unka husband ka pata nei kyun itna ghamand tha jab v kisi se milta tha attitude k sath hi rehta tha. Me & bhabi kai bar door k samne mile the, kavi kavi lift me v. Ek dusre ko dekh k bas ek smile dete the bas…Ek din me & bhabi dono lift me the achanak lift rook gai, as u know lift me cell phone kaam nei karta thk se to hum dono bahat kosis kiye kisi ko contact karne ki but ho nei paya.Me bas har man k chod diya, but bhabi bahat paresan ho gai thi, unko dar v lag raha tha. Me unko bola calm. . and likely Russia.I headed home.There was a notice to report. So ... I did. I had to appear at my local doctor for a complete physical and passed ... mostly. I was still listed as emotionally deficient. Then I had to appear at my local board.There were two military officers and a civilian on the local board. The subject of 'transferee' came up."How old are you?" asked the civilian."Which body?" Oh ... I like this one," said the Army Captain."I'm a transfer," I said. "This body just turned 18..