I held her close. "Can you tell me where the scars on your back and bottom came from? Is that more of the Doctor's work? They look to have been serious when they first happened." I looked her in the eye. "Am *I* safe around you?"

"I'll tell you the truth, Krista, I've never been big on being part of society either. The only people who ever treated me well were teachers and librarians." Laughing. "The librarians loved me: I'd read and sit quiet in the corner from when the library opened until it was time for school, then from school time until I had to leave. They thought it was great that a 'poor little boy' was working so hard to learn, that I would "be able to pull myself out of poverty." Little did they know I was living in the back of an old movie house, and eating one meal a day from what movie food I could steal from the open storage when they closed. I picked a lot of hot dogs out of the trash!"

"He really thought you called him 'Daddy'? That guy IS psychotic." Laughed again. "What a neat revenge on him it would be for you, if you could make him fuck his own daughter!!"