Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
What did she have done, something to her vagina? Please tell me this isn’t really about this girl’s vagina.
I read on and discovered I was right. There was explanation on the procedure focusing on her vaginal canal and its mucous membrane. The doctor went on to use words like genital enhancement and labia reduction. There were further descriptions on how excess vaginal lining had been removed and that the surrounding soft tissues and muscles had been tightened. The last notes declared that she would never be able to have kids, but could experience a functioning sexual life. I checked the dates of the surgery’s notes along with her age and realized they’d reconstructed her vagina at thirteen.
What happened to you at thirteen, baby girl? Something fucked up I bet.
No wonder Jazz suspected her. A kid going through stuff like that could be a monster of an adult. Why the government never regulated parenting, I would never know. Why not focus on the one thing that could determine whether the United States would be filled with criminals or intellects, killers or inventors? Not this country, they ignored our youth, gave most the crappiest education they could provide no matter what ZIP code the child lived in.
Sighing, I checked more of Lucy’s binder and placed it to the side. For now, I knew all I could. Lucy had some fucked-up shit happen to her at thirteen that she’d refused to tell her psychologist. But it obviously stemmed from sex in some way. She had to get her vagina redone, for god’s sake! That didn’t sit right in my gut. Something messed up happened to her body as a kid, and it couldn’t have been any accident. The perpetrator had wanted to mess her up. And as rich parents did, they took her out of her boarding school and spent the rest of her life hiding it.
I yanked out the other two broads’ binders, Wendy and Dawn.
Jazz and Viv have it in for Dawn.
I did a quick check of Dawn’s binder. It was the smallest of the four. Each note was typed and brief, nothing anywhere as exhaustive as the others. Not even as detailed as my sister’s had been.
Wasn’t Dawn the head chick in that arrangement? She’s probably the one that came up with the binder idea to begin with.
Dawn’s binder looked like a biography about an idolized person. Loads of cute baby pictures, yet no birth certificate or medical records. A few report cards hung inside, but not all of them, as if she’d been ashamed of the few bad grades she’d had. You got to be perfect all the time, huh? The binder skipped all of her high school years and returned to pictures of her in college, standing next to Chase and another woman. I squinted my eyes.
That’s Lucy, but instead of being blonde, she’s a redhead. So these three have known each other for a while?
Lucy wasn’t smiling. She did some sort of strained upturn of her mouth that made her seem more uncomfortable than happy to be there. Dawn, however, wore the biggest grin as she looked up into Chase’s brooding eyes.
This man got two hot women on each side of him and looks bored. Fucking rich guys.
Lists and articles on Dawn’s many charities filled the rest of the binder. I couldn’t discover anything about this chick that wasn’t good or that placed a crack in her polished armor. On paper, she was a humble angel that happened to be blessed with wealth. But I knew that no one got to the position she had reached without dirtying up a sleeve or two. One of the articles reported that she’d become a partner in her family’s law firm right out of law school.
There’s no way she had the experience to be a partner. Don’t know what you need, but there’s no way she learned it all in law school. Daddy must have just given it to her.
I checked back some of the earlier pages to see if I could find anything on her parents. Nothing. Not one mention of a father or mother, not even their names or where she’d been born.
Shady.
I tossed it back on the small coffee table. There would be no need to waste my time reading something that hid more than provided information.
But, what if what the binder is hiding is what’s really important?
I picked it back up and made a list in my head.
What does this chick not want the reader of this binder to know?
Her family. I couldn’t find anything, not even a photo that dealt with them. Her high school years had disappeared too. Most people did a lot of dumb things in high school. I surely did, given that I spent most of those years locked up for theft.
What did you do, Dawn?