Her hand came round to my front. I was dizzy with the feeling. She was stroking my secret lips, haltingly as though waiting for permission to enter be...ween them. I took her hand in mine, and slowly guided her, like I was giving her a tour of my treasury. I showed her to my inner labia, into the corridor of my vagina, and took her to the most exquisitely delicious parts of my clitoris. Now that she knew where everything was I gave her freedom to roam. Her fingers teased, expertly feeling,. " Sounds amazing," I say, my voice quivering."Mum even bought me a packet of thongs," Laura laughs. "Mum. Bought me.Thongs. It's like she's actually ready to start treating me as a youngwoman, not just a girl. My grandmothers, of course, got me stuff foryounger girls, not that I'm complaining, hehe!" Sounds amazing," I repeat in the same monotone voice as before."Oh, Ash..." Laura says with a long sigh. "Next year. I promise you. Youmay not get any thongs, but your Christmas WILL be better than. Then all the memories flooded back. I inhaled sharply and winced at the pain. “Where’s Rufus? Is he okay?”Amelia nodded. She finally spoke. “He’s at the vet recovering.”“What’s wrong with you?” I whispered, still shocked at her appearance.Amelia glared at me, eyes darkening. “You’re what’s wrong with me! You almost died!” Then tears welled in her beautiful eyes. “You almost left me behind, Mike.”“Never,” I whispered, squeezing her slender hand. Fatigue washed in. I tried to fight it and failed,. I had Scarpia's example before me if I was in any doubt. He questions Cavaradossi, the tenor, briefly about information that he, Scarpia, wants, and when Cavaradossi won't answer immediately puts him to horrific torture. Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was verismo opera—meant to parallel the truth—and the scenario was pretty readily accepted as realistic. And with about half the country already supporting torture as an acceptable means of extracting information from suspected—only.