” And I was again like “WHAT THE FUCK!” I somehow managed not to shout at her.She could have eaten with Maya but to my surprise, she said that M...ya went home yesterday, So I had no option but to play along. After this, I strictly said that I need to study and don’t call me for all these silly things. “Who am I to you that you are calling me to eat with you?” Hearing this she was kind of upset and went away without saying anything.After some time, I also realized my mistake and wanted to. He continued moving his hand up until it was brushing my cotton panties. I felt myself getting wet and I was worried that we would be caught!I told everyone that I needed to go to the ladies room so I slid out from behind the table and went in the restroom. After I returned, two of the boys were gone and the one that had been teasing me was still there. I sat back down and he told me that they had to go back to their apartment but that he was more interested in hanging out with me. I was still. —from The Collectors, by Philip Pullman, Author’s NoteChapter 11: It's Cold Here[September, 1678]Oxford, OxfordshireIT IS TOO fucking cold here, Amélie thought as she stepped through the mud down Oxford’s High Street. The mud was disgusting. It didn’t matter how careful one was, there was no way to keep it from sticking. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people heard of a tomato? Or a mango? Meat. Bread. Onions. A carrot. A potato. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts.. I went to sleep and couldn't wait for tomorrow as I had a treat planned for my wife, new panties and bra, I couldn't give her them without the price and tags on so I went to the mall and sifted through the bra and pantie sets, found some with tags tied to the labels with ribbon, the sexy kind. I took the. To the counter and see, purchased these, rushed home and started to get to work, it was fiddly but I knew I would get there in the end, after an hour of swapping tags from the new pantie set.