After walking past every tent and barrack-hut she is prepared for the humiliation of public chastisement: her hair is cropped very short so that she l...oks like some scruffy urchin of the gutter; her pubic hair is shaved off with a dry razor; the words Rebel Slut are painted across her breasts using black grease from the artillery store. She is then made to walk to the nearest town - barefoot and completely nude, with her wrists tied behind her back. When she reaches the market square she is. ’ That was partially true. I couldn’t think of where I was or what I was thinking, but the past several minutes were much like a particular time with Robert when I intentionally bent down from the hips to pick up a scrap piece of something off my kitchen floor and he drove me to the table, ripped my pants down, bent me over the table and fucked me like two pit bulls in heat. But unlike Robert, Michael brought me back to the way we usually connected post-coloitally — tenderly, lightly and. "Jeez, we better get out of these clothes before we catch our death, I am sure I have something to fit you up in my room." Chrissy said and headed up the stairs, Jules trailing behind her. They entered Chrissy's bedroom and Chrissy began to strip off her clothes. Jules faltered and Chrissy told her that she would find towels in the bathroom if she wanted to use that area instead, not wanting to make Jules feel uncomfortable. Jules found towels in the closet and undressed to dry herself off. She. "Yeah sorry we've just been talking, it was too hot in there." "The cab's here, let's go!" David led us to the car, dragging a very drunk Roxanne behind him, he didn't seem amused. She was stroking his bum and trying to hug him but he wasn't having it. "Roxanne just get in the car for fucks sake!" she climbed in looking defeated. Tiffany was a more conservative drunk luckily. Tiffany POV: I didn't know what the fuck I'd just done, Giovanni wasn't even drunk so I don't know what he was thinking..