Helpless, he began to weep uncontrollably again. Between sobs he begged, "No, please. 'Lita, please, no!" Delighted by his weakness, she said, "List...n to you. You're crying like a girl. Well, I suppose it's appropriate. You are a girl now, aren't you?" "Gra... Graciela!" he pleaded. "N..no! Have... have mercy! Please, for the... the love of God, put me back! Put me back! I'll do anything... Anything at all!" "It's too late. It's done. Your body's changed forever. Stand up and take. " I would have to agree," he said. "The only reason I can think of for that is that he knows a lot more than we thought he does." That's a scary thought," I said. "Any idea what he may be using?" No. I'm afraid pharmacology is a little outside my regular field." I mentioned it to Rod, I thought maybe drugs would mean he wasn't torturing her, but he said there were some that went along with torture very nicely. How would that work?" I made the mistake of glancing at Rebecca."Hey, don't look at. “Do you want more Tara, tell me you want more.”“I want more Mr. Tanner ” No Tara, tell me what you want, how you want me to touch you” “Touch my breasts Mr. Tanner, I want to feel your mouth on them.”“That’s better Tara, but from now on you will refer to them as your tits. Now tell me again”I was shocked, but turned on. I’d never used such language. “Touch my breasts..I mean my tits Mr Tanner.” He turned me around and looked at me. “Say it again Tara, don’t make a mistake this time”“Touch my. Not because you had died, but because you are a girl. And here is your Christmas present." What a present it was; a boxed set of A.A. Milne, the first of many I've owned over the years. I always give them away to someone whose need is greater than mine.Eight months later I got a very special birthday present, but that is another story.In early September of 1966, I was enjoying a coffee and the Indian summer weather in the Village when a strange man walked up to me and said, "Hello Grace. You.