My father stipulated that he supported our engagement and it had to be for a minimum year and either could pull-out in that time. Only a petition will...now break the agreement.”Prue looked at him and then flicked her eyes to Tina and Raghu. They both nodded in agreement. It had been over a year since he asked her to marry him. She realised while it may be semantics he was correct. She looked down at the ring and turned it around on her finger. She was in turmoil. She didn’t know what she wanted. Finally she picked up a high heel shoe. Looking back to him she held it up. "Could I try on a pair of this style? In red?" He quickly walked to her. "You'd like to try on a pair? Please. Come sit down. Let me make sure of your true size. They keep changing them, don't you know?" She followed him back to the area he had set aside for trying on shoes. It was behind a low barrier that blocked anyone's view from the shop floor proper. The woman sat down and pulled her skirt up over her knees. Fred. Fluff particularly shocked her: totally nude, although Rosemary was still wearing a baggy student sweatshirt and slacks. And her face. That horrible tattoo that totally defaced it, partly obscuring the fact that her head, unlike her vagina, was totally shaved. And wasn’t it a tattoo of erect penis spurting a load of yellowish semen onto her cheeks? How could anyone voluntarily consent to such a disgusting disfigurement? And this was merely the most prominent of a series of tattoos, mostly of. Katrine turned away. She had a slight nausea, but the resolve to become a slave galley only intensified. She abruptly stopped watching the video and began to study the site. A few minutes later she found what she was looking for - a phone. She dialed the number and asked about a rowing machine's price and how quickly they can deliver it. The answer, uttered with a soft but fairly official female voice, was somewhat unexpected: the price and rapidity of delivery depend on her agreement to offer.