’ Elizabeth hugged and kissed her mother and sister quickly through tears. ‘I will ask permission to write.’ She quickly ran up the stairs to he... bedroom and pulled out a bag. She withdrew her chemises, stockings, a pair of old shoes, and her old dresses. She didn’t take anything else, for it would only remind her of home. Not wanting to keep her new master waiting, she ran outside. She tried to wipe the tears from her face before he saw them, but he turned around while in the process, his eyes. I was as good of a rider if not better than most of these people. So what, if I was struggling to make ends meet, I still had an amazing horse, and could beat anyone of these people in the Dressage ring. Pumping up my ego, I walked down the red carpet with my head held high, feeling like a scared little child inside. Jill was inside talking to Miss Haughty Ho, when I came over she left. I made small talk with Jill about how Jezzy still was not fully coming through her back and the judge really. It was a very simple design, the band, too thick for a woman’s ring, covered the entire space between knuckles. The ring opened into a flat square face with a shiny white stone set in it. I had seen rings like it before on men with an onyx face stone. Moving the hair revealed her identity. Doris Alex. Doris Alexandra Smith! Doris Alex was a campus Goddess, and there were well over a thousand men who would have vigorously defended her status as such. Of every woman on campus, there was only one. Although some of my sisters and/or female cousins have told me that sometimes women do things just to strike at you and you should respond; this, I believe, was said just because they love me and being of the same sex they just wanted to kick her ass.What the woman feels in the situation, I don't know. Who really knows what goes inside the head of other people? I would like to suggest that you ask a girlfriend to write about it, not your wife though... Those doubts, damned doubts... About the.