Slowly. I could see that her mind was churning.I was too tired to think about it though, and after saying good night asecond time, I went back to bed,...where I finally managed to sleep.Dressing for work the next day was just as pleasant as the very firsttime. I luxuriated in a satiny blouse and selected a knee-length skirtwith a very modest slit over my freshly shaved and pantyhose clad legs.I tried a pair of earrings that Ellen had lent me and silver necklacethat Steph had let me borrow.As I. Her eyes were still moist from the tears she had shed during the piercing ceremony, her breasts slightly bruised and even more puffy from the weight of the chains, and the bruises and scratches she'd gained after the two girls perambulations in the woods even more distinct against her hairless bare frame lit by the unforgiving glare of the Buggery morning sun.Sharon looked at the Sodomite pilgrims gathered around them and observed the indulgent smiles on their faces. She was suddenly struck by. He had been joined by a boy who also looked at her admiringly. She glared back at the elder brother with a mixture of bemusement and suspicion.“Why, who do you think I am?”“Please signora, we want to put your photograph up on the wall with Pacino, Pavarotti and Andrea Camilleri. Please.”She glanced at the wall and there were the three famous men he had named.“Hmm, ok but only one picture and I want to be hung next to Pavarotti.”“Naturalmente signora.”He bowed and took out a small digital. ”“Well you’re the one saying that I should be proud of my body and not be ashamed to let people see it so why are you even asking?”“I just thought.”“Hey guys,” Tom interrupted. “Invite them as usual Mike, and Sarah, if you get a fit of shyness you can always go and hide in your room.”“I won’t.” I said, “I didn’t run and hide when Mr. Jones saw me putting the washing out and I didn’t run and hide when Terry Harvey saw me bringing the washing in so 2 of your mates won’t bother me, but wait, does.