As she gathered things together, she got thefeeling, an icy chill up her spine, that she was being watched.Suddenly, she was surrounded by 10 natives....These men didn’t look at all like the people in the village nor did they look like the children in her classroom. They were wearing loin cloths, carrying spears, clubs and machetes and their faces were painted with a variety of markings.Mindy gasped and then screamed, her voice piercing the quiet jungle night.One of the natives behind Mindy. I told him that I loved that idea and would love it if she joined us. He called his girlfriend over and we introduced ourselves to each other before heading upstairs. I could hear moans from one of the rooms and was wondering if that was mom or the other girl that was having so much fun. I couldn’t wait for my turn so I tried to hurry our pace a little so we could get there sooner. Finally, we reached the bedroom and I have to say it wasn’t much but it was a great room for the purpose it was. She broke the silence. "So what's it like to be behind a girl like that?" Sara!" What?"I gritted my teeth."I was just curious." She sounded almost apologetic. Apologies were uncharacteristic of her personality. She hesitated. "Was it okay for the girl?" What girl?" What was she saying now?"You know..." She pointed at the horses that were still frisky."Girl?" If you don't want to talk about it I understand." She looked away."Sara," I said more gently. "I don't know what you are talking about.". I guess it doesn't really matter. I've kinda stoppedtalking to God, since He doesn't seem to listen anyway. The other day Iactually screamed at Him, I was so mad. But even that didn't changeanything. Just how long will my torment last?******My knee feels better, which is okay, I guess. I got to thinking aboutwhat happened with my dad and realized it would be pretty selfish of meto kill myself and leave my body for my mom to find after she's alreadylost him. Its getting close to Christmas and.