It was Kelly Grace's fault. {English Version}

Chapter I: The first lesson.

I agreed. I don't know why, but I did. The smile that formed in Kelly's face was as big as a hungry hyena's. And that was exactly what she was. She had slept with three quarters of the high school's boys, and had fed of the remains, just like those animals. She got up, shook off the unexistant dust of her skirt (if that piece of cloth could be called like that). While she was walking to the exit, she said to me:

- Today we are starting with our lessons. Come to my house, my address is already in your phone. Comfy clothes, please.

I contained a yell. How did she know my phone number?

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I put on some jeans, a black t-shirt and a red beanie, it was a little bit cold outside. I went on foot,her house was just a few blocks away from mine. I couldn't even go inside, due to the fact that she grabbed my hand and took me to a black car with tinted windows. She politely told the drive to take us to the mall. I knew she had money, but not that MUCH. Frank, the driver, opened the door for us, and walked with us to the entrance. Kelly whispered to him that he went for a ride, because we would be there for a while. I wondered what we would be shopping, becuase I didn't believe that we were there just to have a meal. After getting inside, she said calmly:

- Today we're buying underwear.

- WHAT?!

Everybody started to fix their eyes on us, and Kelly could just form an ashamed smile, continuing to grab my arm not so delicately. We entered to one of the biggest lingerie shops (and one of the most expensive). Kelly greeted every single one of saleswoman by their names, it was obvious that she came her often. Then, she turned me, and started explaining. She told me all and every one of the pros of each material, from nylon to lace. After that, she showed me the different models of her favourite line, Agent Provocateur. And finally, the part that I less longed for.

She pushed me to one of the changing rooms, and throwed at me different tipes of garments. It was a true punishment. Everytime I tried a piece of clothing, Kelly opened the door and looked at me with a smiley or disapproving stare. We ended up buying about 30 items, that she decided to gift me.She made me swear that i would throw all my previous underwear, but I crossed my fingers from behind.

As she left me at my house, she told me:

- Tomorrow we're going out shopping again, And you are going to put away all your clothes, I'm buying you a new one.

I got into my house, and kept all my new lingerie very carefully, like if each one was a diamond. I placed my previous undergarments in a box, and put them in the bottom of my closet. I jumped into the bed and asked to myself if I was doing right.