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I stepped intothe box and its spilled out contents on the floor I was no one's slave girl!

I was my ooman I liked ain in my life it would be a man's touch and not that of a woman's

The problem was that I did not want a man's touch I never had It had been a far easier and co to accept a wo though and eventually that hy I had stopped, but it hadn't been easy and it was still a temptation for me

I hated myself and ht me ruin and threatened the loss of those I cared about most

I walked to theand looked out not really seeing anything in the bright night lights of the city I brought my phone up fro

"Hey Sis what's up?"

I closed my eyes at the sound of e

"Keko there's so very important that I need to talk to you about Could wesomewhere?"

"Sure! My shift starts at seven; rab a coffee?" Caht to hold onto reat! I'll see you then"

"Is soht" Came my brother's perceptive voice over the phone line

"We'll talk in the ht Keko I love you!" I said quickly before ending the call

I held the phone in the fist that I pressed tightly against my lips Would ?

The constant war of thought and eht

I fingered the sealed edge of the thickly stuffed manila envelope for a moment Francesca was about to take a fall, however, so was I I'd never be able to return to a country like the United States ever again

It was a sot their jobs back I opened the flap of the mailbox outside Jim Swanson's house and let the manila envelope slide into it

Briskly I hurried away feeling lighter of burden inside, but dreading the ee that was to co to be happy