"I was getting close before you took it away from me, that was mean." I didn't take it away so much as I'm just holding it back from you. You'll get i..., eventually." I ground my pelvis on her again. "If you behave yourself I'll give it to you. Don't you know that?" But I want it now," she whined."Are you going to behave like a good little girl?" I was using a very condescending voice, intentionally. It was a fun game."I'll behave." She pouted."If I let go of your hands you won't beat on me. Our prophet never had an apostate put to death or sent to Mecca.”“You are quite right, but this committee will make an exception starting with you. We interpret apostasy in a different way. Apostasy is a fixed punishment, not a discretionary one. Because it is fixed, you will be expelled from this university and sent to Mecca for another hearing in front of the religious police.”“Then why say anything at all?”“We are waiting for your apology.”“You will never get an apology. It is you who ought. ” He looked positively sad, but she knew he was teasing her. That was okay. She’d acted horribly toward him today, and she knew it. He was flirting with her too, she realized. She couldn’t believe how good that felt. There was the dim murmur of “Danger, Danger!” in her mind, but she pushed it away again. She was in charge! Everything would be fine.The next day went better, depending on how you looked at it.Felicity answered the door herself, in a pair of Bermuda shorts and a cotton top. Her. No,” and he told me my shoes were fabulous. I smiled and sat down on the bed. “Thank you Johnny. You don’t think this is too much?” I leaned back on the bed and lifted my legs and put my feet and shoes in his face.“No, no.”“It’s not? Do you like them?” I put my hands behind my knees to support my legs and kept them in his face.“Yes, yes I like them.”“Then why are you looking at me and not my feet?”He turned his eyes immediately to my feet that were right under his nose.“Hold them up for.