"For seventeen years," she smiled."It doesn't go that way!" Mom screamed."Of course it 'goes that way, '" I screamed right back at her. "Women have be...n making it 'go that way' for hundreds of years." But I never have," she wailed."Well, it's about fucking time you learned, isn't it?"She sniffled."I said, isn't it, bitch?" Yes," she said."I'm sorry?" I held my temper in check."Yes, sir," she exhaled."Good," I said. "Pam, show her one more time."Pam jumped to her feet, grabbed my mother by the. .. well, not exactly. But they were pretty good anyway. Cheesecake you know."Ralph opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a small manila envelope, which he placed on the glass top in front of Howard. "Not anywhere in the neighborhood of these, I'll bet," he said.Howard frowned, looking at the envelope. "What's this?" Open it up and take a look, my boy."Howard did that, extracting several glossy full-color photographs which had obviously been taken with Polaroid cameras. They were. The interior of the container had straw mats for us to lie on and two buckets for us to use as a dunnie, or toilet. There were twenty five girls with me, ranging in age from six to fifteen. Once a day, two of the traders would partially open the door to the container. The combination of traders varied from day to day, but I never saw more than six different faces. One would point a rifle at us while the other one came in and swapped out the buckets with clean ones. After that, they would bring. Ideal for the shower. I couldn't resist and as soon as I was all smelly and shaved in every possible place, I had to calm down from all the excitement and stress with at least a quick pull. I moaned at the first penetration and Lennie fearfully shouted that I was ok. Jen just started laughing and said that I must have already started without them. So I finished it quickly, dried off, put on white knee highs and white thongs and went to see the ladies. Wow I said to myself. The babies already.