Heather, um, after you finish your drink could you kinda put yourself between Kristy's legs, and slowly lean forward and give her a French kiss. Krist..., we want to see both your tongues, so please stick yours out too." Gawd, I still can't believe that I'm doing this," Heather sighed dramatically."Hey," Pruett told her sternly, "t-shirts like this don't come often." T-shirts!" Heather snorted, "I'm about to go lesbo by my best friend, and be videoed doing it... for a God-dammed t-shirt?" Some do. Looking up and straight ahead she saw three villagers, two men and a woman, standing barely six feet from the whipping posts. Like her, they were in their early twenties and of peasant stock.The flogging was being delivered to Shona's back by a burly soldier from the village militia, but the three spectators were more interested in the front of her body. The two men were tall, bronzed and muscular: shirtless farm laborers in shabby brown trousers. Their faces were clean-shaven but their black. I mean, who else am I going to get. I’m not a pretty girl and you know that.’ ‘That’s not true, you’re a beautiful girl. You just have to believe it.’ she told me with a knowing smile. ‘I hate when beautiful women try to make someone feel pretty while flaunting their perfect everything.’ ‘Perfect, oh how we all wish. I can’t believe you don’t think you’re cute. You are such a cute girl. It bothers me that you don’t know that.’ ‘I know i’m your sister and that you love me. I’m just not cute. I’m. I turned to my right and hesitated. She was reading some book and looked towards me and smiled. Wow..What a smile it was. With her specs on..she looked even more beautiful. She said that the train work has stopped and we need to catch a bus that will take people to their destination. She spoke English in very Italian way. She told me not to worry and just walk with her. We talked a bit and exchanged emails and phone nos. I dropped her email when I reached office to thank her and asked if she.