"Don't you ever knock?" I replied in as calm a voice as I could.I wasn't really upset at being seen naked. Hell, people see me naked all the time -- n...ot that my fifteen year old sister would, or should, know that. But I'd done a shoot two days before, a really serious BDSM shoot, and I was still very well marked from the single tail the Doms had used on me. The marks would disappear in a week. I don't usually let myself get this marked up, but since I wasn't going to be shooting for the next. “And you know what? That’s fine. You have to worry about yourself and what you need. Speaking of which, how’s it going with the guy in your class?”“Jöran? It’s going slowly, but that’s fine.”“You could invite him skating with us. I’m sure Katt would skate with me.”“You’d be OK with that?”“Of course! I want you to be happy and if he makes you happy, then I’ll be happy. We’ll still be friends and I hope you’ll still want to get together some evenings each week.”“Oh yes! There’s plenty of other. Total just been fucked look. Stillhave my 5" black Pleaser pumps on too. Smeared makeup. Harlot.Diary Entry: July 2006Thirty six suits. Bathing suits. That's how many I looked at beforemaking a decision. I wish-wish-wish I had the uterus to go to the storeand try them on. I don't have that yet. I love to shop too and usuallyfind it no problem going as Kristy, but I choked on the bathing suitthing and George's pool party is Saturday. So I ordered a purple onepiece - I fucking hate my. “There will be a car outside in half an hour, which will take us to a lovely little villa on a lake.”“Which one?” I asked, dreading the answer ‘Lago Maggiore’, because that borders Switzerland. We’d be in the car for hours.“Lago something. About an hour outside Rome. I’m done shopping, I’m not all that keen to visit more museums and we need some time just for us. So...”She looked at me nervously and that’s when I decided not to bring up Edwin. I was certain she missed him as much as I did, but.