Shit, I forgot. Please.’ Except he didn´t bother about punctuation, being upset. I corrected it afterwards. Can´t help it, teacher thing. It was a...slab of meat, and I suppose it had gone bad after several days of room temperature. I didn´t feel any bad smell, though, but obviously Peter did. I took out the meat and threw it in the garbage bin while Peter opened all windows. ‘I could stand the corruption at the hospital because of the white shutters, but this was too much.’ he had written.. You feel me press my body to yours. You inhale sharply from the heat and feel of my nearness, the smell of me. How you love the feel of me against you, clothes or not. I brush your hair from your neck and whisper to you, "Never should there be shame in submission. If you are pleasing me you are doing nothing to be ashamed of... and you already please me more than you know... you are a good girl". I kiss your neck just under your ear, which cause a shiver to race down your spine. Your head is. The following night, I met Rachael for a nice dinner at a restaurantshe recommended. I was the only one in the place that was wearing acolor other than black. She was wearing a skimpy black dress with cutouts all over it, giving a glimpse of skin. Her earrings were shapedlike crosses. She had a navel piercing that matched the earrings, andher hair was spiked upwards. She got all kind of looks from the gothcrowd. It was pretty obvious they approved of her look, which frankly,was very hot. After. One day when I was 17 I heard the familiar noise of my mum carefully shutting her bedroom door and the sound of her walking over to the cupboard to her toy hiding place. I gave it a few minutes before creeping up the stairs and pressing my ear to the door, I heard the quiet buzz of one of her toys and some gentle music. I slowly turned the door handle and opened it a crack. Laying on the bed was my mother, legs wide, a black and white lace corset with a thong stockings and suspenders and black.