I suspected the latter. Women who were truly dysmorphic suffered from far more severe problems than Suzie. I could see no sign of anorexia or bulimia....Rob became more imaginative in his punishments and that helped hold Suzie’s attention. I gave him my best advice, but he often exceeded my expectations in both ingenuity and execution. Though somewhat compulsive, Suzie did not exhibit full-blown OCD; she preferred surprises rather than slavish adherence to routine. Rob’s variations began with. "Turn around." Ha!" I exclaimed. With her backpack on you could barely see the scratches, only the very start at her hip was visible. Almost the entire rest of the scratches were hidden behind the backpack and its straps, which is what I excitedly told her. She ran out of the dining room to mom's room to check in the mirror."Oh my God," mom cried, "Look at the time, I gotta go, bye." And she started for the door. "Cindy," she called out, "Just remember, it's none of their business, and if. ..EVERY extremity....I was glad I was well tucked.As the last coat of polish (which matched the supporting color in my dressand shoes) was judged sufficiently dry I was escorted to the dryers andseated next to Lindsey. As I sat, Lindsey looked up from the Vogue she wasreading and smiled at me."Look!" she said over the sound of her dryer, "this is your dress!" She heldup the magazine and there was a young model wearing a dress almost identicalto mine."I believe it is....I hope I look half as. "Now we are even," he scoffed, "but I'm warning you, don't try anything like thatagain or you'll be sorry." He knelt and kissed her gently."That was cruel, Shawn." I know." He kissed her neck and her breasts and, pushing her back, he trailed histongue right down to her cunt and licked and sucked it softly."Mmmmmmm-I still hate you, you b**st," she moaned and sniffed and then smiled.His long probing tongue felt delicious sucking and sliding in and out of her raw slit. Ifshe stayed angry at him.