I am such a fucking lucky girl.A few minutes.That's all.And then he will be lifting me into the air. And I'll be his crucified girl.Fuck.I feel so fuc...king sexy. So fucking sweet and sexy. So fucking frightened and sexy.I want him to hurt me. Slowly. A lot.I want to feel his whip on me.I can hardly carry this thing. This thing that will torture me so badly.Already my naked body is marked by dirt and filth. My legs are scratched from the rough ground. My back is marked.I want to be marked. My. I readily accepted this: she was the most intoxicating woman I’d ever known, and I was determined not to let her slip away.It was now January, and the weather was literally the worst on record. Frigid temperatures, blizzards, relentless wind… We were both getting cabin fever. As a freelance photographer, I’d always travelled extensively for my work. Much of my time had been spent in the tropics, and I began thinking about where we could possibly go to escape the endless cycle of snow,. ”He sighs as well. “This is precisely where the trouble lies. I would leave you alone, Christina,” he says, leaning toward me, his influence making me warm - only on the outside of my body this time. “But knowing what you feel, what you want… how can I?”My heart is beating a slow, exaggerated rhythm, brown eyes looking into his green.“I don’t know what to do,” I confess in a whisper.“Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.” I bite my lip. “This is beyond influence, Christina.”“Is it?” I ask. "Well pervert," Serena said coldly, "I want you to answer my question."The color drained from the young boys face. "I..I..uh - um," the boystammered, his body shaking, "I..I'm not a..a..pervert." That's not what I asked Mark," Serena said, glaring at him. "I asked,"Serena said slowly, "do you like my tits?"The boy just stared at Serena completely perplexed. How did she know hisname? Furthermore why was everyone else in class not paying attention towhat was going on with Serena and himself? They.