I could see thesadness in his eyes when he looked at me, looking just like he had whenhe had been forced to keep his hair long, wear makeup and preten... to bethe girl his family expected him to be. My presence brought up badmemories about what he was forced to do, just as his face reminded me ofall those wasted years as a man that I could never forget nor get back.We were two people with an unusual view from the outside of the fa?adeof the prisons that we had longed to escape.When we were. " Kevin was already putting his underwear and jeans on as he answered "I gotta get home Miss Marky. I gotta study." I pulled him close and put my lips to his ear. "Okay" I said. "But we need to keep this all to ourselves if we're ever gonna do it again." His eyes widened "Oh, yes ma'am, that would be great. I wouldn't dare tell anyone. Thanks for not telling my mom." With that, he rushed up the steps and out the backdoor.Looking at David, I said " Well, it looks like it's just you and me kiddo.. Financially, it would have been better to give in at the beginning. There was a time when ‘hate’ was not a word I used. Now, I hated Linda Barrow. I would have shouted it from the roof tops if it would have ended the legal roller coaster. In my mind, I renamed her Bitch Barrow. I could only imagine what she called me. The four years took a large toll from my soul. I was thankful there were no children. We had come close once, a miscarriage I thought a curse at the time — now, a blessing. To. J'?tais devenue femme-objet-esclave. Mais j'?tais aussi devenuemarchandise. Comme on en ?change au march?. Comme ces putes qu'onrencontre, ? peine v?tues, dans le froid des soirs d'hiver, et quiinspirent la piti?. Me pousserait-elle aussi bas?{ O? est-ce que je vous retrouve, ? 2 heures? } demanda Monica.Robert lui remit sa carte, avec son adresse personnelle. Ils ?chang?rent un sourire complice. Puis elle se retourna vers moi : {Profites bien de ces deux hommes. Ils vont faire ton ?ducation,.