" And why was I arrested? Why was I a prisoner?" I do not know," said Mercedes. "You do not, madame; at least, I hope not. But I will tell you. I was ...rrested and became a prisoner because, under the arbor of La Reserve, the day before I was to marry you, a man named Danglars wrote this letter, which the fisherman Fernand himself posted." Monte Cristo went to a secretary, opened a drawer by a spring, from which he took a paper which had lost its original color, and the ink of which had become. You carry yourself like a lady. It looks likeit comes natural to you." She sat still and thought for a minute, beforestanding up suddenly, unbuttoning her blouse. "Let's get this gown on,shall we?"Like every piece of clothing that belonged to the ladies, the gown fitsnugly but comfortably, accentuating the owner's ever so feminine form.She reacted to the feel of the gown by running her hands down her bodiceand skirts, the crisp noise audible across the room. Her body languagewas that of her. I want to use you then abuse you.Is that wrong? Apparently not, because you always come back to me for more.I know your needs well by now and I laugh to myself about your desperation when I am away from you. But I feel sad for myself too... sad because I need you as much as you need me.I can't remember who is the top and who is the bottom anymore and that scares me. So I take you around to bars and make you show your tits and legs and I taunt the patrons by pinching your nipples and feeling. And he must surely still love her if he was getting more tattoos for her. After what seemed like forever, he finally said he was done with the new tats. “Sit up.” Angela sat up. Joseph walked around in front of her and pulled out the bars from her nipples. Angela winced. “Michael wanted to make sure your hair didn’t cover the back section of the tattoo and Lorraine decided that the size of your nipples could accommodate an even larger bar.” He used the tool again to stretch the hole wider,.