<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Kairi Mido</strong></span><br/>_________________________<br/><br/>Kairi blushed furiously.  "Yes, I am and no.  I...have avoided such things," her voice was curt as she spoke.  Ugly memories of her Uncle's hands on her body making her shudder.  "In Japan, girls from good families are sheltered from such things.  We are...protected.  Our contact with...men is limited."  She thought for a moment.  "There was a boy, we...kissed but that was all."<br/><br/>Kairi was looking at the ground, studying the patterns of the carpet, intently.  "I had to leave suddenly, so there was nothing more.  I...do not like to be touched."  She didn't like it because she knew what lurked inside her.  If her Uncle hadn't been a relation, she would have bent to his will.  She had run from the dark desire within her, running everyday from it.