” “Well,” said Fitz, “I’ve got lots of ideas. Let’s go to the parlour and have a look. Anything in particular?” “I want a tiger. I lov... how they move. Either across a shoulder and down my arm or across my bum and hip going down a leg. Probably the shoulder, though. I want to keep my bum and my back for something really special.” At the parlour they looked at some of the tiger tattoos Fitz had pictures of. There was a beautiful Chinese tiger, which was exactly what Steph wanted. It would look. It was clearly the work of a strategic genius, so it was a pity that society would have to muddle along without his contribution for a little while. In truth, chasing a bag of air around a field was about all that he was good for. He'd be out of his depth at any activity that involved real thinking, such as life.The local paper had some laughs at Biff#4's expense, but mostly what it did was give the school and its Principal a VERY hard time. This was the fourth separate and serious assault. No pain was ever involved or even thought. Her bondage was a for the sake of sexual teasing or foreplay, or acting out a rescue fantasy with juvenile overtones, or just the sweet and secret simple sharing of a personal fantasy between caring persons. When she is wrapped up tightly, there is a feeling of being protected, and the bonds become the surrogate for a protective lover's arms. The bondage she thought of was an essentially gentle act used by lovers to intensify their physical and sexual. Thomasknew she would need this knowledge in order to function in society.It is one thing to have a powerful tool, it is another thing to use it.It took Beth awhile to be comfortable with using this tool. Living in asorority house she was forced to use the tool that Thomas had given herbefore she was comfortable, but she did use it.She discovered many different things about living life as Ken and livinglife as Beth, for example clothes. Ken, didn't have too many clothes,as Beth she didn't have.