." But... But, you were only thirteen!" Chris blurted, in a choked voice.Charlotte gave her a weak smile."Oh, thirteen isn't... wasn't that early then... In those days, you were only a child for your first six or seven years, after that you had to help support the family. Anyway. My grandfather rejected the offer vehemently, and Monsieur Perette swore that he would get back at my family. I don't know how he did it, but only six months later my grandfather had lost everything he owned, and we had. I spent the evening ceremoniously burning her stuff, and some of mine that was bought with her. I was also drunk off my ass. A bottle of Jack Daniels Silver slowly consumed over the night will do that to you. Still I shouldn’t have been doing anything with fire being hammered, but, oh well, hindsight is always 20-20, isn’t it?I remember screaming and yelling and dancing and throwing things on the pile, announcing to the world what it was and then laughing and cackling hysterically.I woke up the. I am scared of been sexually violated, knowing that there is no one that I can complain to. ?Now!? he orders, ?I will not ask again?. Slowly, I shuffle my legs apart, still wearing my platform high heels. ?Further? He orders, as I spread further, my feet nearly one metre apart. He pulls out a rubber glove, puts it on, as he explains, ?I need to check to see if you have any hidden contraband inside your orifices. If I experience any resistance, on your behalf, I will call in the guards, to. As he looked up from the parcel he started to say something then stammered & said a parcel for you. I said oh thank you, as I leaned forward to take it his eyes were glued to my open blouse. Feeling a bit embarrassed I lifted the parcel in front of my top thank you I said trying to shut the door, wait! he said I need you to sign for it. Again feeling flustered I looked for somewhere to put the parcel, I turn & pushing the door to with my foot I took the parcel up the hallway, putting it on the.