“I had it lucky, compared to other service brats, I suppose. At least, I didn't have to bounce around from base to base like a lot of them did. But growing up under my father's thumb was no picnic.
“It started almost as soon as I hit puberty. I developed pretty spectacularly.” She gestured at her chest. “And at a young age. Dad was terrified that I'd get a reputation. And I did.”
She snorted in disgust, half-angry with the fact that the memory of those years, over a decade old, could still get her riled up. “I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I discovered m**********n when I was about thirteen. And a little while after that, I discovered boys. Well, one boy, at least. Denny Montagne.”
Even now, that first memory made her close her eyes and shiver happily. “God, it was so much fun. We
