Her name was riya (name changed) 32-30-34, she has 3 kids 2 of them stay with her and her husband is a designer so has to stay out of home due to work...for months. Before we had talked many days starting from small discussions. Then we used to gossip and chill a lot. One day we were chatting as usual and she started sharing her problems. I used to solve her problems earlier too but now she was quite depressed I understood by her messages and asked her the issue.She said that its personal. Ellen's life is so much more fun than that." Okay," Shayna says, "I almost buy that except for one thing." What's that?" I ask."Why'd you wear stockings today?" she asks, with a curious smile. "DamnI left my glass upstairs. Hang on."I watch as she gets up off the armchair and walks through into thekitchen. The skirt looks great on her, I think. Why did I wearstockings today? I've shown them to lots of people -- Vicki, Wayne,Shayna. Vicki had asked who they were for too. What was so unusualabout. "You cannot frighten me with your empty threats and lies. You have no power over me any more."A low growl ran through the air surrounding the woman."Ma petite belle, I have power over you ... have you forgotten? I am a part of you. You gladly welcomed me into your heart and here I shall stay!"Violently shaking her head in denial, Christine turned and twisted as she tried to locate the source of the voice."No! No, you were never me; you used me for your own twisted purposes!" As I recall, you. She caught Mark’s gaze. ‘Please unlock these handcuffs,’ she requested pleasantly but very firmly. The silence made her feel like a c***d who had asked for a prohibited slice of cake. She could have sworn the glance exchanged between b*****r and s****r was one of puzzlement. It was Terry who responded in a mildly reproachful voice. ‘But darling, you don’t really expect to run around free, do you?’ ‘And why not?’ This time the wasp was buzzing. ‘Well … wouldn’t be right, would it?’ Terry.