“I knew then and there that I had to get out. But how? I was too young to support myself and I didn’t want anything—anything—from that man. And I know you’re probably thinking, ‘Why didn’t you go to the authorities and—” She stopped and looked at Jack. A wry ghost of a smile twisted her mouth for an instant. “Okay, anybody but you would say that. But how could I? Exposing Ronald Clayton meant exposing myself. It meant making those pictures public. Even now the thought of it makes me want to crawl into a hole, but can you imagine how that prospect looks to a teenage girl? I mean, a pimple on the chin is a reason to hide when you’re a teenager. Making my ‘sins’ public—because I knew that everyone would think I’d been a willing participant—was unthinkable.”

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“So I worked on getting out. And I mean, I worked. I was pretty much asexual then. I was repulsed by the notion of anyone, boy or girl, touching me, so I became a bookworm. I all but lived in the public library, studying, studying, studying. I got straight A’s. I found a book on how to ‘package’ your child for a scholarship. Well, no one was interested enough to package me for anything, so I packaged myself. And it worked. I got a full academic scholarship to college at USC. That allowed me to move out of that house. I left in August before my freshman year and never looked back. Last night was the first time I’ve crossed that threshold since.”

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“In college I worked a job while I booked my butt off. I found summer work at resorts that offered room and board as part of the job. I got into med school. A full ride to med school is all but impossible, but people will loan money to doctors-to-be. So I borrowed up to my lower lip to cover the expenses, and I’ll be paying those loans off for another ten years, at least. But I did it. I got through it. And the thing that kept me going was the determination not to allow myself to become a victim. There’s that expression about living well being the best revenge? Well, I may not be living well, but I’m getting there. And on my own. This is my revenge. I refuse to be his victim. He had power over me once, but he’ll never have it again.”

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