He wondered how celebrities dealt with the looks and stares.Mark entered the room and walked over to Dexter.He asked, “How are you doing?”“I’m...bored. They won’t let me use my cell phone so I can’t call Eric and find out what is happening with the website,” Dexter said. “I’m worried about it.”“I talked to Eric. He’s on top of things,” Mark said.“That’s good to know,” Dexter said.Mark said, “I’ve got some good news.”“What?” Dexter asked.“Your visit here is covered under your insurance policy.. "As she said it she knew all she was doing was adding to the punishment she faced, so she told herself to shut up. The punishment was light, by the standards of this harem, only six strokes of the thin cane across her buttocks with her blindfolded and strapped to a whipping horse. Of course, she didn't know in advance how many there would be, and they were stretched out over a period of an hour, during which she was also fucked hard in both the arse and cunt, so she knew Ramzy El-Najjar was. Including sex that doesn't get any better.As I draw near the climax of my story, I just want to say that the connection Ashley and I shared since that first moment was nothing more than two bat shit crazy people accepting the other. She's a chronic bi-polar, same as me. We shared a connection that ninety nine percent of people could never hope to comprehend. It was unfortunately through our bodies and not through our minds. I often think back to that brief, fleeting moment after our first kiss. When I slung my bags onto my shoulder and turned around,Shelly was bent over picking up her own backpack. My heart skipped aquick beat as I admired her nicely rounded bottom. Fortunately, Irecovered my wits and looked away before she noticed.As we walked to the cafeteria, I asked Shelly about her friendship withCharlene. Particularly, what she liked best about the girl whose life Ihad assumed."I would have said that she's so honest and trustworthy," she replied,looking a little down. "Until.