Walking with Fe was not someleisurely stroll - she marched with purpose and that purpose was toeliminate as many calories as possible as part of her e...nduring war oncorrupted body image. I'd never met her ex-husband, but if I ever did Iwas going to punch him - preferably more than once for the way he'dexploited her.The minor issue of the stiletto heeled boots I was wearing was notenough to slow her down either; not that I could complain much as shewas wearing hers of the night before. Apparently. The ball buried itself in the right top corner. For a minute there was silence. Then we ROARED. Reid turned, looking stunned as 9 of our teammates barrelled him over. Pierce was on the pitch, shaking the refs hand, Dave draggged into the centre of the pitch. I could only watch, waiting for it to hit me. After weeks, months of training, losing, winning, shields, matches, we were the champions. The roar of the crowd pulsed through me. I was suddenly shaken into action by the pull of my team –. Mocking her. She was pushed forward into the bathroom. She could not help but admire it it must have cost an absolut fortune. It was a wet room, swhe saw the plasma screen on the wall across from the shaowere. How decadent she thought. he hands where hooked up above her head, her feet barley touching the floor in her heels. She watched him turn to the wal and flip a switch, there was a glare of light as she saw herself on the large plasma screen.He walked back to her hanging there helpless. He. Charlotte stopped at the door and turned to him."I don't know if I like you; but you're not the arsehole I thought youwere," she ducked under the pillow that Robert threw at her."Come back after dinner!" he called after her.Charlotte closed the door and leaned back on it and considered whathad just happened. It required some serious contemplation.She looked at the time and realised that she needed to get a move on.Charlotte disrobed, rinsed her semen-soaked panties and hung them upto dry on the.