"Yes, Princess Zee."I replied."And you'll do anything to make up for it, won't you bitch?"She asked."Yes, Princess Zee. Anything."I replied."Good, bit...ch."She smiled at me, and placed her hand to my sore cheek. Her handprint still reddened my skin.She softly and tenderly stroked my cheek.She then quickly moved her hand away from my face. I flinched. Closed my eyes.She chuckled cruelly.She then slowly and gently tapped her fingers to my face, in a real soft slap motion.She then held her hand onto. He got Joseph's attention and asked him to meet them in the kitchen. Amy grabbed Betty and asked her to come inside the house.When the four of them were in the kitchen Brad spoke, "You two are our best friends and we thought we should tell you first. Amy and I got married while we were in Europe."Joseph put his hands together, "Brad, I'm so happy for you. You need a woman to look after you."Betty ran to Amy and hugged her, "I knew it. I knew it. She has that look. Wait until I tell Carl." Tell. She was 18 years old had a perfect figure 34-24-36 and she was praised by all her colleagues.After having a lot of discussion with her mother it was finally agreed between both that her mother would drop her at the tailors shop and would pick her up after about 2 hrs once she would finish her own works. It was the first time that her mother was leaving her like this alone. They both reached the market, it was 2 o’clock in the afternoon and the sun was shining bright. Anu’s mother told her that. The truth being told I think the urge has always been there, when I was a c***d I would fantasise, but the stigma attached forced it all back and I stayed straight. So why now? Well I live in Bournemouth, I have a car but I walk when I can, especially at night.Its a student town and police pull people over all the time so I walk. I’d been out for a couple of drinks with an ex girlfriend, we used to share a cat. Being endlessly optimistic I’d dropped a viagra before the “date” but sadly she’d.