"I think you'll like this one better than the ones you normally use,"she said sadly, handing me the towel. It was one of her towels, softand fluffy. ...Sue was right, I did like it.She watched as I dried myself off. "You know you have little boobs?"she asked. I nodded. "They don't look big enough to require a brathough," she hesitated a moment, "Well, maybe an 'A' cup." I noddedagain, already having come to that conclusion."Want to try one?" she asked hesitantly."One what?" I looked at her. It hurt, oh it hurt. My armsfelt like they were coming out their sockets. He walked off behind me andI heard him doing something, next thing I felt an excruciating stingacross my back, he was whipping me. He whipped me for what seemed likeages, telling me I was a dirty shemale whore who deserved to suffer.After I had passed out for the sixth time, he took me down from the polesand laid me down on a length of wood, pulling my arms out each side ofme, he fixed the cuffs to the wood. He went. ‘Exciting!’ Jealile exclaimed before I could. ‘We are riding towards a place that has claimed at least two lives mysteriously and scared off many others. Things there have turned from bad to worse and we go because that is where our future lies! We go because we have no choice but to go! I ask you again, why are you going?’ Jealile finished and let her last question sit in the air heavy for a moment and Shelea pondered it for a short while. ‘Because.’ Shelea said with a huff after a moment, her. Leila had performed poorly on the psychological evaluation. This led to a court-order drug test, which she failed.At the custody hearing, the judge allowed her only supervised and limited visitation. The ruling and all the events that led up to it gnawed at Leila’s heart and she dealt with it as she always had, she sought solace through getting bombed out of her mind.The day of the hearing, she called Ace.He had been calling on her again for a couple of weeks. He had broken up with his.