?I have scrutinised the photos of yourself you attached to me,? he all but leered. ?Scrutinised them, very, very, closely – if you take my meaning. ...rust me, my young friend, your charm may not be of a conventional nature but it is undeniably present and all the stronger for not being of the bland and uninteresting kind.Anya felt her cheeks flush: criticism she was used to and could deal with; compliments were new territory. ?I speak of that bastardisation of womanhood,? Rajiv was continuing;. He took pictures again and showed me. My butt was solidly red. It looked very much like the Red Princess's butt."It's so beautiful," he praised.I couldn't speak. I was trying to calm from the pain."You did very well."He undid my arms then my legs. He roughly yanked me up.He pulled me over to the padded chair and pushed me down into it.Yow! I jumped up. I couldn't sit. My butt hurt too much!He grabbed my right arm and strapped my wrist to the arm of the chair. He did the same to my left wrist.. As I cuddled her, I was surprised by the revelation made Mary. Just as I felt threatened when I saw her among the company of other men, so also she felt equally threatened when the ladies approached me. I wanted to take care of our insecurities. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Tomorrow, I’m taking you to visit my mom.”My mom was always strict and wanted me to follow the Catholic family tradition. I was nervous, yet I decided to move ahead and introduce Mary to her and the reason was to get rid. He told him, too how she had mentioned something about 2 boys hurting her. He also told him how she was resting comfortably in his home and they were both caring for her.He told him that's all he really knew as she didn't know where she had been all these missing days, weeks and in her condition, it was best to not press her with too many questions. It could only make her condition worse. The constable listened to his story then said, "Well, I'm glad Mrs. Whitford has been found. God only knows.