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leopard print couch in a sexy white
swimsuit.
    Tonight he didn't need the inspiration of Elizabeth.
    Tonight he would sleep like the man he now was.
Dani-1961
    The day she got her period, Dani knew she had to escape from the
god-awful place she called home. At thirteen she was still a child,
although physically she looked like a young woman, with her
blossoming body, gossamer yellow hair, clear blue eyes, and fine
features.
    "Can't wait for this one to be of an age," her daddy often said to
anyone who'd listen. "She's as ripe as a peach ready for the
pickin'."
    "You'd better watch out," Emily, one of her older half sisters,
warned her. "Soon's he knows you're bleedin', he'll be at you."
    "No," Dani said defiantly. "I won't let him."
    "Try stoppin' him," Emily said. "He'll force you, exactly the same
as he did me."
    Little did Emily know that Dashell had already molested Dani. When
she was younger he'd sometimes take her into his bedroom, lock the
door, and make her touch him. "When you're a big girl we'll do a lot
more than this," he'd promised with an evil chuckle.
    "You mean y—you've slept with him?" Dani stammered, keeping
her secret to herself.
    "Wasn't my choice," Emily said, turning up her nose at the
memory. "He's a pig."
    "That's horrible! Disgusting!" Dani said, shuddering.
    "It'll be your turn next," Emily warned.
    Emily was short, with light brown frizzy hair, a compact body, and
big breasts. She was seventeen and quite smart. Dani worshiped her
and followed her around whenever she could.
    Although over seventy, Dashell took advantage of all the female
members of his family. Since Lucy's unfortunate death (they'd buried
her in the back garden and told Dani when she was old enough that
Olive was her mother), he'd taken on two more wives. One was an
ex-prostitute, the other a teenage runaway. Between them they'd given
him five more children.
    Dashell ruled his large household like the pasha he imagined
himself to be. All seven of the older girls had to sleep with him
whenever he summoned them, and so did his four wives. Recently two of
his daughters had become pregnant by him. He called it "the grand
circle of life."
    Dani dreaded the day when he would come after her. Emily was
right, she knew it would be soon.
    "If you don't want him on top of you, you'd better run," Emily
said. "God! I wish I had."
    "Run where?" she asked.
    "Anywhere—'s long as it's away from here."
    "Will you come with me?"
    "I might," Emily answered mysteriously. "The thing is, if we get
caught he'll beat the bejesus out of us. That man is full of
vengeance, and he don't care what he does."
    Emily knew things the others didn't because she'd palled up with
Sam Froog, a cocky young man with bright red hair who occasionally
worked part time at the ranch and had eyes for Emily; she liked him
too. He smuggled her books and magazines, and from them she learned
plenty about the outside world, information she sometimes shared with
Dani.
    Sam rode in on his motorcycle for a few days every month. He'd sat
next to Dashell at the roulette table in Vegas, and the old man had
offered him good money to come out to the ranch and help out. Mostly
he took care of the horses, cleaning their stalls, grooming them, and
stocking up on feed.
    "Your old man's a perv," he told Emily one day when they were
getting more than friendly in the back of the barn.
    "What's that mean?" she asked, picking straw out of her
hair.
    "He's screwin' all these women. Whadda you think that makes
him?"
    "A pig!" Emily said.
    "A perv," Sam said. And then they began necking again. Soon Sam
began telling her all kinds of stories about Las Vegas and life
outside the ranch. Emily couldn't believe how exciting it all
sounded.
    "Y' know, there is a better way of living out there," she
confided to Dani, passing on her knowledge. "I've been thinking that
maybe we should go find it. We've got nothing to lose."
    "Yes," Dani said, nodding fervently. "I want to get away from here
more than