Charlene, the oldest, is 31 and living with a painter somewhere in Paris, I believe.Next to be born in the Handley family household, was Charlotte. Sh... is 24, through college and living at home again. She told mom she hadn't found what she was good at.Char, as I call her, deserves to be described: Red hair, like our mother. She is 5ft7, beautiful legs, blue eyes and an outstanding silhouette rivaled by those marvelous actresses who have all of their brains stuffed in their running bras. She. So I had no choice but to present myself toher like this...named Steve but dressed like Eve!Nervously, I opened the door and walked into the adjoining room."Oh, Inga! She'll be perfect!"The strange female voice came from behind me as I walked across the room,looking for Inga. I whirled.Inga stood behind me, immaculate and implacable as usual in her shortblack uniform. But the woman beside her was a stranger to me?and andstunningly exotic! "Hi, Honey. My name is Kiki... Inga hired me to take. I said, “Mom, we don’t ‘have’ to get married. We ‘want’ to get married. We love each other and both sets of parents have given us good examples of the happiness of married life. We know there will be struggles but we want to struggle together.”That seemed to clear the air. My dad went over our discussions with the college and the letters we now possessed. He was satisfied with that aspect. Mom had a few questions but they were practical ones for us once we were wed.Dad finally said, “You two. He rapedme but that was expected, but I hated him and never come to accept it asI did with you. I never adapted the mindset to accept sex from a man. Ihated it and was revolting. But he was 6'8" and there was nothing Icould do. He forced himself on me and I learned to go limp and think ofsomething else to remove the violation that was happening to me. I wouldthink about the wonderful times with you."She had to stop and started crying and sobbing. Kneeled and covered herface and tears streamed.