The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship. my body is His, and if He says i am beau...iful, then i am. No matter what i look like to others, i am beautiful in His eyes, and because of that i hold my head high for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If He says i am His princess, then i am that…regal and graceful. And if i see laughter at me in the eyes of others, i do not recognize it, for. Fir kuch der baad mom ne apni t-shirt utar di or bra pehje hue apni kuch pics click kari. Fir unhone apni bra bhi utar di. Or fir se kuch pics click kari. Wo ye pics rahul ko send kar rahi thi. Iske baad mujhse or dekha nahi gaya.Me apne room me aa gaya. Mujhe samjh nahi aa raha tha ki me kya karu. Fir mene socha ki me rahul se baat karunga iss baare me.Agle din school ke baad me rahul ke paas gaya or bola ki mujhe sab pata he ki kya chal raha he. Or yadi usne meri mom ka picha nahi choda to me. Mom hates it when I call them that. "A good girl says breasts," she'salways saying. Tits is dirty, and I love being dirty! Tits, tits, tits!My lips smile just thinking about it.Ayla grabs my hand and guides me towards the cheering crowd. "Stay tenfeet back from the gate," she tells me, "If anyone tries to climb thefence run back to me immediately." Of course this is nothing we haven'tbeen through a million times before. We arrive at the designated 'safetyzone'. I wave and spin. There's. "We started out moving as quickly as we could. We began to meet people on the train going toward Oregon City. Every time we met a party we would question them if they had seen either Claire or Elizabeth. Usually the answer was no but every so often we would run into people who remembered seeing a party with two women in it in hand irons going toward The Dalles. The man who was with them claimed to be taking them to prison at the fort. The women were gagged and tied to the horses. When asked.