While I was getting better from the bellyring, Cesar brought me magazines and beauty products, and even picked upmy independent study work from Mr. Kn...dsen. When I felt good enough to getout and around Cesar took me to a Vietnamese nail salon for a manicure andpedicure, and to a Filipino hair salon for a haircut and highlights. I think I look hot in my French tipped nails and my fashionable haircut. Icopied my from Paris Hilton's picture in Us magazine. I want to be acelebrity. I would love to. Ritu came across an extremely conservative girl when we first met. She wore nothing but a Punjabi suit. Not even jeans and T shirts. But i was wrong in her assessment. When I undressed her the very first time, i was in for a surprise. She was feeling extremely shy since we were not married yet, as i untied her salwar. Her kameez was already out and so was her bra. i was kissing her on her lips as i gently slipped her salwar down and helped her out of it. we were on bed already. When my eyes. "I suppose you'd better get on with it," she hissed. Jill seemed relieved she had decided to take her licking. I felt differently. "I told you I'd take your pants down the next time you misbehaved, young lady. You should be feeling a little sorrier about the way you treat your mother." I added more seriously, "And a little more worried about what's coming to you." "She asked for it," the girl sniffed haughtily. "Anyway I'm not wearing pants if you hadn't noticed," she said cheekily, tugging. So I left well enough alone. In my journal entries I flattered the hell out of her. I figured she was probably regretting her boldness, and I needed to repaint her memory of the event with what I wanted her to remember. Say something enough times, and it will eventually become the truth. So I went into great detail of how much I enjoyed the show and how I was surprised by how much Nicole had matured in mind and body. On and on I went in an effort to overwrite any other feeling she might have.