She crawled back to her knees and knelt in front of the angry woman. Her forehead touched the floor. It forced her to talk into the marble, which made...her words hardly audible. Angique kicked her again."Speak louder, bitch!" Please, Mistress," the girl repeated, lifting her head, but keeping her eyes down. "Please, forgive me. I am a selfish and silly girl and I have acted selfish and silly. I am sorry for Anna; I would never come between you and her, but please take me back. I won't mind to be. Robin also explained that John likes to show off his date and he had also requested that this evenings date not wear any lingerie. I gasped as I heard her and was nervous to think about going out in public without any lingerie. Robin had finished helping me out of the lingerie and getting the long black silk dress back on, she pushed my tits up and together as the other girl zipped the back up. They put a pair of high heels on my feet, touched up my hair and Robin pulled a full length fur coat. "Dad sighed. "Son, there are few things in this universe that have as short a half-life as gratitude, and even fewer have as toxic a residue." He shook his head. "I'm not impressed if someone says they are grateful for something you just did; I want to know if they live a life of gratitude. Are they grateful for life? Are they grateful for the people around them? Or are they 'takers' who are never satisfied?"I nodded. I really didn't know how to respond. Dad had gotten all philosophical on. I settled down to yet another day struggling to decode my own handwriting, let alone the finer nuances of Enlightenment philosophy. 'What does Hume mean when he says that justice is an artifice but is not arbitrary?'"For God's sake," I sighed and finally looked up, running my hands slowly down my already-tired face. It was going to be one of those days. Staring out in front of me I saw her reach below her desk for a bottle of water, her huge, comely breasts straining against her strappy top and.