All avenues of escape were blocked.Had the architects measured us and planned it, they could not have made the height of that low wall around the roof...more perfect. Ronnie's mouth was at exactly crotch level. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes.Carl continued his cruel goading. "Well, get to it," he said. "It's getting late and some of us have to get up in the morning. Come on, Ronnie. It's not like you've never done this before."Ronnie licked her lips, but they stayed dry. I could feel. She told him "No!", jumped off the table, grabbed her clothes off the floor and started putting them on. She didn't react to his shouted "Go and be Swarm food then, Paki bitch!"; confirmation that she had made the right decision. It had taken all her courage to get this far and now she just wanted to get away. She knew that she would hate herself later for failing but she just could not chance years of slavery with a man like that.She came slowly back towards her children, pulling her kameez. It was whole some of controlling a wildfire of restlessness inside me but somehow, the day passed by and both the girls gone to their house afterward. That moment I felt some relief, and continued my project which I postponed over for the seven days passed by and I started to feel comfortable among these girls, so do they, they started laughing, yelping, giggling in front of me and it doesn’t effected me anymore, which helped me to be fine among my classes and in DU as well.Life was going on. I lay back on my bed and just thought about myself, about Avery, about what Jess had said. Avery and I got together more often over the next couple of weeks. I don’t know if it was due to my “conversation” with Jess, or just pure coincidence, but I wasn’t complaining. I loved seeing her again, and we got on just as we had previously. But, just lurking under the surface was the desire to scream how much I loved her, how much I needed her. Still I spent every weekend with Jess, fucking her.