I was sitting in my tent when Enzi and Zafra walked past my tent. “And what would we play?” another asked. “Yeah, do you guys want to come to my room and play?” I asked, sipping on my beer. “How about hide the weenie?” I said coyly. “What does it mean?” I cried, sitting on my bed. The man grabbed my ankles and pulled me back in place; I was now lying down in the hay. I stopped and looked at things as men spoke to me, looking at my bald pussy; some men touched it, and it was already wet. I sat on my cot and began sobbing uncontrollably. I didn’t wake up until the following day, having a rough night reliving the thoughts of the train I just pulled and my time with the Kabye. I’d walk into a house full of men and leave when the house is empty. I stopped and looked at things as men spoke to me, looking at my bald pussy; some men touched it, and it was already wet.
