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Shirley Roger was someone who didn't truly fit into the order. He was not a nasty man like the others. He didn't hurt me, nor did he abuse me like I heard the other girls being abused. I was curious about him, not about a man-woman attraction, but he seemed different. He looked brought around the edge; there was something dangerous about him, but it was not nasty. It was never nasty. He treated me respectfully, and when the others mocked me, I could see in his eyes that he wanted to punch them. Oddly enough, I felt safe around him, and that was not something I had felt around any other guy in that f****d up place. My father was a low wanker member of the order. More than a club, it was like a cult. A cult to a particular dragon, who they were searching for and wanted to bring her to d