Don't take anymore... don't let anybody take advantage of you. How much do you need to be convinced? First Osborn, your professor, then the photograph...r, then the dog, yourself, Carrie... and now Ed... ? Either submit or leave. Submit or leave... submit or leave... the words echoed in her head, rattling, battling with her better, higher, more rational senses.Submit... came the answer in bold, scarlet letters.Submit, she did.Ed's creeping fingers reached her pubic mound and she felt a shiver. Patel, so I don't have to get up in the morning." Ah well that is where you're being wrong." he smiled and breathed yesterday's garlic all over me."My son wants to open a fresh vegetable section in his shop after I am showing him your wonderful produce." Oh great," I said and wondered if perhaps I'd got a tiger by the tail."Starting when?" Well he is wanting to begin selling tomorrow of course and I said he can pick these up tomorrow when he passes by on his way to London."He passed me a list,. '' He replied.What do I reply with? Erm, Thanks? I'm struggling to say something sexy, but not slutty. Oh heck with it, I'll just say what I'm thinking! ''You saw my French knickers? How? And thank you very much. You have a lucky missus too. sorry if I disturbed your sleep,'' I put a shy smiley face at the end of the message, then pressed send. ''Thanks, yeah I saw your French knickers...Black lace if I remember correctly. You were bent over into the pram and it was hard not to stare, your ass. Not so sure it's worth being naked everywhere else."You know, Little ... Anzu," Dad told me as I was almost finished, "your mother and I have suspected for a long time what you and Botilda have been up to."I looked at him as I picked up my last piece of toast.He continued. "Well, now we know for sure. And it's fine. We just thought you should know, so you don't worry about us finding out." Oh, um..." I really didn't know what to say.He had more to say, though. "And that means you can quit with.