I was worried. I’m not ready to ask yet. But I would right now if she could stop it in the future.”“I know Squirt. It’s fine. You aren’t exc...uded. And I’m not ready either.”“What do you mean?”“I mean, I am terrified. Maybe I always will be. I’m afraid of hurting you or messing up our relationship or messing you up.”“I’ve known since I was seven that you were going to be the one who first did it with me. As soon as I knew what sex was, it was always going to be you. If I wasn’t your sister, you. There is no military solution. Understand that. We're treating this as a war with strategy and tactics from the past. It isn't a war, Bradford, we're fighting a disease. A plague. Strategically, we need to control their population with drugs, not weapons. Lace the water with birth control agents. We can develop others that aren't prohibited by the Geneva Convention. Yet." You're serious, aren't you? You didn't even smile." Damn right I'm serious. It isn't working. Let me give you another. I had a mouthful of your hair. You came within minutes. Then you did the same to me. It was dark. We had pubic hair between our teeth. (Roberta smiled at that comment). Then we saw the flash of light and it was too late to hide. Mother screamed at me to get down. You stayed still. Mother carried my jeans while I was only in my panties being pushed outside the barn. She ignored you totally.”“I stayed there another hour, ….just in case …..she came back …..to get me”, said Roberta, sobbing. Her mind whirled out of control. At the end of the day, she always came down to the same conclusion. She had no choice but to follow instructions and hope she did it well enough to not get in further trouble. Every time she resisted or protested, she regretted it.The next morning, she saw Jenny early, but didn’t say anything about the babysitting. She looked at Jenny closely and thought about what Mr. Michaels might see. She definitely had beauty. Being honest with herself, Jenny had a.