The rape, the abduction.My eyes filled with tears that spilled out and rolled down my face. To theleft, actually, because I was lying on my side. My h...nds were shackledbehind me. I couldn't see the shackles of course, but I could feel themetal on my wrists. There was tube in my mouth, tasted and felt likerubber, with a band going back around my head, securing it. I looked downand saw what I was wearing. My suit was gone, and had been replaced with atight red halter-top, short red mini-skirt,. "Yes ... I remember. Go ahead honey, what is it?" Obviously, I know that you and Steven are having sex. But I was wondering if it was as good with him, as it was with daddy."I know my question surprised her, but she stoically faced it, keeping a straight-forward expression on her face. The same one she always managed to create whenever I caught her off guard like this, even remotely. Giving her credit, mom had tried very hard to be candidly open and honest with me growing up, even when some of. John couldn’t take it anymore and he turned his gaze of anger over towards Willie. His anger made him utter words that he probably shouldn’t have considering his predicament.John: “You fucking niggers! I’ll kill each and every one of you with my bare hands! You won’t get away with this! You’re all going to jail! I’ll see to it! My poor baby! What did you do to my poor little girl?”Arnie: “You ain’t gonna do a fucking thing white boy so shut the fuck up! Your ‘little girl’ belongs to us now!. Only a really good husband would do such a thing. I only wish your father could be here to see you now." Finally, all preparations were complete. Seema’s brother, Manish, stood in for their father and escorted his sister down the staircase and out into the garden. They turned a corner and faced the aisle that led to the altar. Both sides of the aisle were packed with people. As the band began playing the Wedding March, they all stood and looked her way. Seema’s time at the Wild West had given.