Capital: AtlantaGovernment: Christian theocracy with a legislative consultative assembly (similar to Iran)Legislature: unicameral Judiciary: Criminal,...Appellate, Christian Supreme Court Geography: Bounded by a contentious border with the “secular” North, a ravaged Gulf Coast, and a no-man’s land in the Mid-West, several years after its founding the SCR is in many ways a nation in decline. With most of its male population fighting skirmishes and heavily dependent on food and energy exports from. Since we were all by ourselves anyway, Valery suggested that we’d just go topless. She said she did it all the time since she hated tan lines. Before I knew what hit me, she had already taken her top off and showed me her back. She wasn’t kidding; she really had no tan lines and it looked great on her. So, I figured; why the hell not, and I followed suit. It felt a little weird at first, to see her breasts like that, but pretty normal soon after.”“Really? What do her breasts look like?” Erik. Fuck.*Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.I considered going after my sister. But what would I say? Sorry for jerking off into your pants?Sorry for being a perverted little shit?Oh god.I spent a few agonising hours in my bedroom. I felt safe and maybe I could stay in there forever. Or maybe I should plan on where to go when Dad kicks me out later. I got like £50 in savings.Fuck.My anxiety shot through the roof when I saw my parent’s car pull onto the drive.Mum was going to make dinner and it wouldn’t be long. She recoiled, as if it were a dead animal. “Oh no,” she said. “I won’t sign it. I don’t even know what book it is. It’s the devil’s book for all I know!” Ruth became hysterical, and the Black Man soon turned away, disgusted. Abbie was right behind Phoebe, and she whispered, “You should sign.”“I…I don’t know.”“You should sign,” Abbie said again, and, before Phoebe knew what she was doing Abbie grabbed her hand and thrust it forward. The Black Man presented the blank page again, and Phoebe‘s.