She said, “she had and she would make him a copy if he was that keen to see her whipped, caned and screwed multiple times till she was u*********s!�...� she added that “I had had to do it twice to get us out of the problems we had and going back the second time, knowing what was going to happen to me, was the biggest and hardest thing I had ever done in my life, though I suppose for the film maker, that was all part of the fun!” Strangely a month after her wounds and bruises had gone, she said she. Like a skipping stone, but with my voice. "My name is Rachel!" I called. "Hi! I'm Rudolf!" came the reply. Startled I looked around me, then peeked over the low wall. A young man was looking up at me, grinning. He had his long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. His face crinkled with a smile, small lines creasing out from his eyes already, from seasons of squinting against reflected snow. I pulled myself back. "Now don't be ...shy is it?" he said in a slight accent. I couldn’t. "But some has." She looked towards the Lord Mary Pub with a sad look in her eye. David walked past and saw her daughter was staring after him. "Like him, don’t ya." "So? Do you think I should go after him?" Michelle challenged. Jessie found herself laughing. "You're still a Dean girl, Mich." "Of course, I'll always be." They grinned then hugged. "Go get him," Jessie told her. Michelle grinned and then sauntered off to continue her seduction. She walked towards the Peacock club that used to be. In the dim light I could see they haven't worn themselves into slumber, they're clearly making out now that everyone else is asleep.Him, in jeans and t-shirt, 18 or 19, longish blond hair and a couple of ear rings, moderately well muscled. She's wearing one of those long but somewhat diaphanous Indian skirts, a t-shirt, some leather necklaces, a Bjoran ear ring mostly out of sight in her long dark hair. A couple of Dead Heads, actually, going back to somewhere in western New York after seeing.