" Tiffany quickly recapped Barocca's various illicit operations of late. "And last but not least, Dee Dee tells me you suspect Barocca has been d**g...ing you for a period of time?" asked Tiffany. "Yes, that's right," said Ebony. Tiffany could tell that Ebony was plainly upset and angry about discussing the subject, but she was controlling her temper. The Ebony of a couple weeks ago would have gone ballistic, and maybe even have resorted to physical v******e. "What we're here for Ebony, is to. For the next few days they conducted their rituals, set up their camp, finished up with the coven business, then had bid the others good bye. That night they had settled into their last night of dancing and sex, always her favorite part. They had just finished for the night he laid down waiting for her, she had gone to use the bathroom in the trees.She'd heard a shout, then what sounded like a gunshot, an almost inhuman scream, then a loud splash. Running back she found the camp empty, the. In order that he might awaken early he did not close the shutters, but contented himself with bolting the door and placing on the table an unclasped and long-pointed knife, whose temper he well knew, and which was never absent from him. About seven in the morning Andrea was awakened by a ray of sunlight, which played, warm and brilliant, upon his face. In all well-organized brains, the predominating idea--and there always is one--is sure to be the last thought before sleeping, and the first. So we have to live with that."Traci frowned. "So what does this have to do...?"Dad shook his head. "I know you've tried sex, Traci," he said softly. "And from what I've heard, more than once, too."Traci turned away. She was embarrassed, angry, confused, and a ton of other emotions all at once. "So? I'm almost eighteen!" Sixteen, almost seventeen," Dad corrected. "According to your records, anyway." He shook his head sadly. "Look, it's normal to want to experiment with sex. Especially.