Like Lexi said earlier today… you’re absolutely gorgeous. I feel like you would be happier without me… happier and stronger without me.” I let...some of my heart out. I didn’t want to give too much, just in case my emotions back fired on me.He was silent. The kind of silent that makes your mind beg for a word. Any word. I needed to know what he was thinking. I needed to know why he was so quiet. My deepest emotions came rushing to the surface. Tension built inside me, a sort of paranoia that. © obohobo 2008Chapter one. Caught shoplifting“Twenty lashes with the number four whip and thirty days hard labour work on the correction farm.” The interpreter’s voice showed no emotion as he relayed the judge’s sentence.My blood boiled. They were going to whip me like a common criminal. “NO!” I screamed, “You can’t do that! I have my rights! I’m a British citizen and we do not treat our people in that inhuman way. Your President and despotic government need to adhere to the human rights. He told me to come to the back side of the pool after 10 minutes. I said about my husband he said doesn’t worry I will tell him if he asks but he is quite busy with his drinks. I was little scared to if get caught then all life will be spoiled. Somehow I felt my husband too wanted me to get friendly with this BOSS .But I don’t want to take a risk with my life at the same time I don’t want to miss his company too. After 10 minute I excused from the female company for wash room and moved to the. He waved a hand as the two newcomers entered. On the ceiling of the room, projected from behind the couch, a series of images of temple carvings swung slowly back and forth, the pale figures clinging to one another in a timeless parade of lust.Gregg gestured to the cascading images of penetration, masturbation and sexual gymnastics, "Khajuraho has nothing to compare to these, nothing," he said. He smiled disarmingly, lounging back in his white Dhoti Kurta, the fine gold embroidery that trimmed.