I think I blushed. Guilty conscience. I asked where the rope was and he said he'd show me. He showed me a row where they had all different kinds of...clothesline, both cotton and polyester, sisal rope, tent rope, rope for kids' jungle gyms, etc. I figured we didn't want anything too thick, because it would be hard to tie knots in, but not too thin either, because it would be too hard to untie the knots. I ran the different fibres across the inside of my wrist, the most delicate skin that was. I love the Russian stuff, real women with real dogs, sucking cock and licking arse ... That stuff ... Those Russian girls are filthy...” She smirks, nodding at her own comment, then continues, “And then you guys – the UK of Zoo came along, and suddenly there’s all these British women – real women with real dogs, sucking cock and licking arse, and loving every second, and I just got really, really jealous – because this was supposed to be my bloody fantasy, and there’s all these other girls. Ireached up and touched my lips and could feel that they were swollen. "The lips were done as a bonus," said Lena.I cautiously lifted my right arm and touched my chest. I immediatelypulled my hand back as if I had been shocked. I glared at my step-mother. "How could you?" "Look, when you turn twenty-one you can have them removed...in fact youcan do whatever the hell you want, but for now I have legal guardianshipover you and will decide what is best," she continued. "What is best? For me or for. We went back and forth with questions and answers about Hamlet. "That's exactly right! Great job!" I lightly touched his arm to congratulate him on his answer. "Thanks," he was beaming. Maybe I sent the wrong message though... He leaned in a little at first, and then a little more, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I hate to be cliche, but I felt sparks. Little electric tingles pulsed through my body as I kissed him back. But reality hit me, and the spark died. I pulled away.