She lifted her head and looked imploringly at me, "but please it was just for fun, come on, I'm begging, girl to girl, pllleassssse." "No! ...anties flirting is punishable by up to 40 lashes," I reminded her, both of us knowing full well that the lashes would come from a wide, suede leather, belt that made a loud slap, yet with a very mild sting. I leaned forward, reached behind her and unzipped her dress. "Stand up, take it off." She stood up slowly and shrugged the dress. Particularly in the Mid-West and the South." What about the International reaction?" Mary asked, nibbling on a strawberry."Muslim nations are universally condemning you two as the new Great Satans and there must be a thousand fatwas being declared against you. Europe is split. Many EU heads-of-state were watching the events here in Tacoma, but not all of them – just like here in the States – caught it live. The Prime Minister of the United Kingdoms supports you, but he's probably going to lose. When it was time to leave for the part I was surprised to see that bot my wife and Pat were wearing what they'd had on all day, but Pat explained that they'd get changed once we got to the party. The party was in Memphis at a motel where the organisers had booked a two room suite, one, a get to know you room and the other the play room. When we got there I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The 'get to know you' room was filled with couples in various states of undress, no-one was. “Everything I do is bullshit,” he said. “No one can ever teach you how to be someone else. No one can make you into anything you’re not already made of. But if you think someone like Trey treating you like a whore makes you a whore then you’re wrong.” Her eyes were darting back and forth between his and her own in the mirror. “What if that’s all I am?” He tightened his grip on her hair and leaned them both closer to the mirror. “Look at her,” he said, staring into the reflection of her eyes..