.Him: please sis.. understand how deeply I love you.. why do you care so much about this society which never even looked back at us when we were cryin... and pleading for help us transport mom to hospital.. they just stood and looked around mumbling among themselves as we helplessly watched our mom suffering.. even when she died they didn’t bother to help us with her cremation.. we did everything by ourselves and that bastard dad eloped with rich women at the first signs of trouble.. it is been. Hmmm... am I female enough? I wrote down the email address.Immidiatly after I returned to my small appartement, I started my laptop, searched for some photos of me. Yes, the one in the tight black dress seemed to be alright. Attached it to the email, added the usual words "... I would be happy... hope that I am the right person... regards". Hesitated for a moment. But only a moment. There it goes, Let's see what happens...Nothing for a week. Nothing happened. I already had forgotten that I. Craig firmly pulled down on the leash, until Cheryl's head was on the floor between Donna's feet."I think my feet need washing, don't you, slut?" Donna asked in a condescending voice. "Untie my shoes with your teeth, slut, then remove them from my feet. Don't get any teeth marks on them, unless perhaps you'd like another taste of the cage." Without a word, Cheryl's swollen and chapped lips went to work on Donna's black leather heels, carefully tugging them off while trying to keep her teeth out. I left there saying a "Thank you". This one was very close, I thought i was caught but somehow i steered-passed this situation. I came outside her house, hid the book under my t-shirt and went inside my house enjoying every moment of my victory, there was one more thing that was needed to be take care of "I called rohan over the phone and promised him to give him the book tomorrow" to which he agreed. I felt like I was a good problem-solver, thinking on my feet, maybe i was never put in such.