Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 2...4 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from. Afterwards she says, "Close your eyes." I expect her to be grabbing a mirror, but suddenly I feel an incredibly sharp pain in my earlobe."Oww! Jesus Claire!" I yelp. She grabs my knee to keep me from standing up."Hold on, that's one done, just let me to the other!" She quickly puts another hole in my other earlobe, hands me a piece of ice, and then ices one of my ears."God, you could have warned me." I say, my eyes tearing up."You wouldn't have let me if I told you." Yes I would have." I mumble. ‘Yes, she’s fine. She’ll be OK.’ ‘That’s good. What’s her name?’ Still without looking up from his paper, ‘Davina.’ ‘That’s nice.’ Again another pause while Kate continued brushing her hair. ‘Is she pretty?’ For the first time Sam looked up, slightly surprised by the question. ‘Not especially.’ ‘What do you mean, ‘especially’?’ ‘Well she’s just, you know, OK.’ ‘So not pretty at all?’ ‘Darling, why are so interested in this?’ ‘I like to know about these things. I know quite a few of your. It was run down and in need of extensive renovations. For months, Ahmed worked hard to make the house attractive. He turned the main floor into a wonderful three-bedroom apartment, and built a second shabbier bachelor unit in the basement for himself.Ahmed finished the renovations just before the school year started again, and began posting advertisements looking for tenants. He settled on: "Nice house for three nice girls!" He received a number of offers, but wasn't satisfied with any of the.