Very strict. My mom is Arabic and my dad is Catholic. You can imagine the rest. I mean we knew vaguely what it all meant but not...in the right sense. Hmm. [She stands, ripping the covers off the bed. Something falls to the floor behind them; her little black nipple ring.] Aha! [She retrieves it, then starts the ardious task of putting it back in. While poking herself numerous times she goes on.] I remember the first time I knew I wasn't normal. Grade ten, I think. It was also my first time in public school, haha, so my parents pulled me out and back into homeschooling, and...well I was allowed to go to the library. My parents didn't know there were computers at the library that could go on the gasp internet.