I designed it myself. The tattoo had to be over my heart, but unlike other priestly orders who determined the style of piercings or tattoos, Rithi let...us create our own. I loved the plant growing over my body, blossoming with the pink flowers of the bower vine.Katriana loved bower vines. She’d cultivated them to grow up a trellis to her bedroom window. When I had to design my tattoo, her smiling delight had inspired me to adorn my body in them. She’d gasped the first time she saw it, her finger. I threw a shawl over myself and ran downstairs fearing that the building had caught fire, but found nothing. I went outside and at the back of the building there was a small fire that was poorly extinguished. It was smoldering and was just starting to catch hold of the dry wood frame. I was in a panic and rushed to find a bucket and water or dirt or anything to put it out. A man came out of nowhere and threw water on it, startling me. It was dark but as I recomposed myself, I saw it was the. Maybe you know her, last year she was nominated for theNobel-prize for Science for her study about the hormonalinterference during sexual intercourse. It is..., no I must say,it was much to complicated to me."Last year we had our 5 year anniversary of our marriage. For thisoccasion I had bought a panty and bra set for my wife. It lookedgreat and I wondered how it would look on her.That evening my wife went up early and put on the panty and bra.She called me up and lay upon the bed in a. She flinched and scrambled away from him.“Sit still.” He commanded.She backed further into the corner as he walked toward her again. She looked absolutely terrified. He stopped to look her over. Her shirt was torn and he could see a bruise already starting to form on her ribs.Slowly he crouched in front of her again.“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” His features softened and his deep voice became calm and soothing.He leaned toward her again to untie the gag, and she sat still for him. Helping.