All weekend the things that Kat had written and said had been running through her head; some kind of gateway had opened in her mind and she couldn’t...close it. Friday night Sara’s boyfriend had tried to initiate sex and she’d turned him down, saying that she wasn’t feeling well. Saturday night he tried again and this time she did her best to accommodate him, but her heart just wasn’t in it; she just kept picturing Kat, her soft lips, her purplish blonde hair, her beautiful breasts. It made her. I smile: fulfilled, happy, safe, at peace.They are taking something from me again. The sense of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore. It was a man. Was it my father, or someone else? The sense that I was ... was ... who was I? I have almost forgotten now. Now I am the girl who is loved, because she is obedient. Fulfilled, because she. : She handed me a small white clutch bag. "Your Grandmother is waiting on the patio for you. I do not suggest that you keep her waiting." Walking in a dress that big was new to me, but Mrs. Handle told me how to hold it up when I walked down the stairs, and I made my entrance to the patio as gracefully as I could. "That's so much better Clarice! You look simply marvelous! Shall we go?" It was a rhetorical question of course. Her driver took us to the garden party, where I was introduced to. When at home she avoided wearing bra as she thought that they were bit too uncomfortable. The picture of mine mom is also present with this attachment and you can see her to believe your eyes (there in the second part). Soon we left for Europe. For the first 7 days the life was awesome with both of us visiting various cities of Europe. We had to finally settle down at Venice where the company had arranged a house for me. Things were moving very smoothly till one day mom got a call from Mr..