"What the fuck?" she shrieked as a sharp tug pulled her wrists upwards behind her. Her only answer was the sting of a firm, open-handed slap on her ba...e ass."What the fuck, Sir," Darian corrected, hauling the girl's wrists higher until she was forced to bend at the waist to ease the strain on her shoulders."Fuck you," she shouted, only to be answered by a sharper yank on her wrists and a harder slap on her ass."Fuck you, Sir," Darian chided her, barely able to restrain his laughter.Monique. ’ A glimmer of understanding came to Rupert’s face. ‘Yes, of course. There is no denying that somehow you two must be related.’ ‘Yes, something more than having Lady Adelaide in common.’ I took a step towards Lady Adelaide. ‘You were described as a beauty and the descriptions were right, grand mama.’ She smiled, clasping her hands together to her breast. ‘Oh! How it thrills me to hear you call me so. Rupert! Our great, great, grandson has inherited your flattering tongue.’ ‘No my dear. He. Actually it had become a common occurance to be mistaken for a girl by people that didnt know me. how could you blame someone for an honest mistake i mean my longish hair, slender almost femine shape even i knew i looked like a 13 year old girl. Avoiding outside activitie i normally spent recess in the library reading. the friday before holloween i was in the library deep in a book, suddenly i felt a hand on my shoulder and heard "Hi robert" spoken with an unsure tone. Startled i turned around,. She should marry Gracie! True, she’d be divorced, but the Church wasn’t going to recognize a same-sex union, anyway, so what difference would it make? I wasn’t Catholic, so I didn’t care.It would only make a difference to Gracie what the Vatican thought if she allowed herself to worry about it. It wasn’t as if the rabbis were going to jump up and down with joy at me for wedding a Bosnian of mixed Croat-Muslim heritage, either. She was just a shiksa in their book, wasn’t she? As long as the.