1 (Introduction) Rich girl gets what she deserves I dont know when it happened, but somewhere along the lines of when I was growing up, I turned into ... bitch. It wasnt because I was jealous by any means, I always had great luck in life. Good boyfriends, money, and amazing looks. I basically had my own house by my parents, and they let me do whatever I wanted as long as I didnt bother them. I guess I was just a bitch because I loved to watch people suffer, it just really turned me on. It seems. As I pushed the door open, she sat upright and turned to clear the small table between the two chaise lounges. She smiled brightly and said "hi" as I sat the tray down. I smiled back without remark and watched as she peeled the clear wrap from the tray. I loved to watch her bountiful breasts move with the limited restraint of the bikini top. Occasionally, when she bent her torso or shoulders at the right angle, I could see the edge of an areola and the hint of a nipple. Both nipples were fully. She then told them she was thinking of going into hiding. ‘Why?’ Caitlin asked. ‘You can’t get much more removed than here.’ ‘I agree,’ Patricia said. ‘Look it’s just a matter of controlling people and your environment. Park your vehicle around at the front you’re your house. People looking from the street will think you are out. Tell everyone not to visit before 5:00 each day and switch off your phone. Tell your publisher to send emails and don’t read them until you finish for the day. You. I had the usual stash of magazines that I wanked over most days. For some unknown reason I also got turned on by the fashions of the day, women in long skirts and rounded collar blouses with platform sole shoes and boots. As it was the seventies men's fashions were similar and my Mother had bought me a new "Sunday Best" outfit consisting of a green rounded collar shirt, black wide flared trousers and a a pair of black platform Chelsea boots. I pretended not to really like them, and I tended to.