There should be plenty of women out there with low self-esteem willing to let you pierce them, whip them, and degrade them. Here’s your ring back. P...ease don’t call me!”That he didn’t try to stop her spoke volumes to Emmy. She’d been foolish to think he had stood up for her to Serena. He just needed to be in control of her, of everyone. Well, no more. She had wasted almost seven months of her life with him trying to pretend that she mattered to him as much as he mattered to her. Enough!Emmy. She smiled and handed me a short skirt and a blouse. I pulled them on, being careful not to disturb the new piercing which burned a bit. Being dressed, Marsha clipped the leash back on and led me back to her car. I started to get in the passenger door but she stopped me and had me get in the back. I climbed in and settled down to regain my senses as she pulled out into the road to start our journey back home. A number of times I tried to speak to her but she ignored me and I was left to. It still hurt but I could function without the awful sadness that had been haunting me.Colleen's bedroom was bathed in soft light, which was filtered through a red scarf she'd thrown across the lampshade. It was a perfectly feminine space. You might say, girly but in no way childish. Her furniture all matched and was of an eggshell tone, offsetting the light blue walls and white ceiling. She took care of her personal space. It not only reflected her personality, but it looked like she went to. " Moving on to another subject," I began. "Michelle, you know I love you. It took me a while to realize it but I do. Will you marry me?"She looked at me in surprise, but quickly recovered."Yes. I will. I will marry you," she cried, tears now flowing freely. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me closely.It took a while before she regained her composure and then kissed me, thoroughly and deeply."I think we should go looking for a ring today," I suggested."No. No, we won't," she said,.