." You don't have to apologize, Lita. Nothing happened. We just slept." Good girls do not sleep with men. Especially men they only met that day." What...good girls don't do has nothing to do with sleeping," I said.Her brown eyes flashed, then a little smile grew. "It is... 'sleeping' ... it's a nice way to say something without using other words that sound bad. There is a word I cannot remember..." Euphemism?" Yes. Greek root. 'Eu' means good, nice..." Fourteen year old Guatemalan waifs are not. Anytime a boy even tried to get close to her, she would recoil in fear and start to shake and sweat. She has never told anyone about the abuse. She seemed destined to suffer in silence. Nancy's one activity in which she found comfort was listening to music. She particularly liked the album 'Just Jimmy Reed', which her cousin had bought her on a trip to Chicago. She would listen to side one over and over, basking in the primal rhythms and sexual motifs while getting lost in the sound of Jimmy's. I just order her to do it."I wanted to, wanted to be, be like Erika. So I came back that night and, and I talked to Sir. He..." she started."He turned you into a whore?!?" Mark finishes. He grabs the beer, pops it open and drinks it. He stares Zareen up and down and licks his lips.Zareen tries to move away from him but I told her to stay still."Damn Zareen, didn't know you had a body like that. Fucking tits looks good. That pussy looks realllll good," Mark says laughing loud, then looks at me. As much as I was beginning to like her, until we actually 'did it', being around her was making me very uncomfortable.When we started walking home she reached out and took hold of my hand. In some ways I still thought of her as the little girl across the street, so it seemed strange to be walking down the sidewalk hand-in-hand with her. When I tried to pull my hand away, she gripped it tighter. "What's the matter, PJ?" she teased. "Don't you want everybody to know I'm your girlfriend?" Hey, we.