I thought you’d be excited to get out and have some fun for a change.” She rolled her eyes. “For a change? I thought we were having fun.” Shan... shrugged and looked down the long bar that they were standing at in the upscale boutique lounge, watching other similarly bored, disinterested couples trying to make crippling small talk with overpriced martinis in hand. The watered down ambient music seemed like a perfect backdrop to the murmur of nondescript conversations surrounding them. He felt the. There was still an adrenalin-fuelled thudding within her chest as she recalled the moment.Carly had never quite found the courage to wear her dress. Its dubious acquisition was poisoning her enjoyment. Yet Miranda French’s demeanour had not altered, except to mellow into something like friendship as their working relationship had drawn towards its end. Carly was home free. There was no reversing what she had done. It was time to forget and enjoy. Wear it out on the town with the boy who had. The result was that my parents pushed me into taking extra exams when I was sixteen. I passed my A levels at seventeen and then went to University. My parents decided which University I was to go to and what courses I would do. By that point my life was pretty much controlled by them and I could see no escape. The only rebellion I managed was to add some courses to my degree that I wanted to do. It wasnt much of a rebellion though as I never mentioned the fact that my degree profile had. "I bet you do too." That's no fun, I want you to guess." I'm wondering if you're going to lock me back up, in chastity...Mistress." I could, if that's what you really want?" It is kind of stressful. And it might be thrilling, but I wouldn'tdescribe it as fun." Well for me too. It takes a little bit of work to be so strict youknow, plus I don't get to play with anything good, what with you lockedup in there," she said, holding me in her hand."So you're not going to?" Maybe we can give it a.