There were about 12 people there and it was about half and half men and women being abused.Andy asked what I had been thinking of.“I was thinking ab...ut maybe a full breast suspension and some more needles.”“I will have to bind you because it will hurt more than anything you might have imagined. The needles wont necessarily, but the binding on your breasts will make them somewhat bruised.”“That will be OK and no problem. I just want to try it without reservation.”He began to bind my wrists. For a corner to beg on. For a ragged blanket to sleep in. I had learned to avoid fights I couldn’t win. When the first city guard cornered me, I swallowed my pride, and let him take what he wanted. It was a fight I wouldn’t have won. A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and spreading my legs for their leader. Ciarra changed everything. She’s the ultimate example of a fight I can’t win.. Her personal body issues were vanishing as she dealt with people suffering from amputations and various other injuries. None of them seemed embarrassed or terrified of people seeing their imperfections, so much more severe than anything her body had wrong with it. It was the final leap to get her over her tendency toward eating disorders.Many of her friends from her old school were still textile, but some joined her in skinny-dipping at her family's backyard pool, or on trips to Baxter's. You would ask for magazines and he would point to a tacky slash coloured curtain on entering the walls had all the latest foreign porno magazines. It was in this shop that as I entered through the slash curtain that I realised one of the browsers was a former teacher of mine....I recognised the tweed jacket and trilby hat he wore, I’m sure to bed too. He was choosing a good few magazines and left with about six in his hands...to pay through the other side of the slash curtain...I couldn’t help.