“How can I help?”“Now? Just love me...”We made love, slowly and sweetly, twice, before showering, then getting back into bed where we cuddled ...nd fell asleep.March 27, 1997, Amsterdam, the NetherlandsWednesday had been a busy day working with Hans, driving back to Amsterdam to get Karla, driving to Zoetermeer for an enjoyable dinner with Hans and his family, then driving back to Amsterdam where Karla joined me at the hotel for the night.“Is there something special you want to do today?” Karla. Yeah, Jerry is an idiot. Doesn't care about anything other than himself." And that was that, we said nothing more about Jerry.For being one of my best friends, I hadn't been into Derek's house very often. Therefore it was a bit of a surprise when I realised that the house had been completely redecorated, not that it mattered to me; my house was still in the same paint and carpets that it was when we had moved in, over 5 years ago. Derek led me straight through the empty sitting room and. As she picked up heavy scissors to cut away my clothing, she started to fill me in on what was happening.?Slave, do you remember Mistress Dianne, the head of The Gynarchy Dominion – Niagara Chapter???Yes,? I answered,? she was killed in an auto accident several weeks ago.?Slap, slap, slap? ?Respect slave! Next time remember to show respect to your Mistress.?She had been waiting for my reply and I knew that my pain was giving her pleasure.?Sorry Mistress.??Well, it was someone else in that car. The farmer's organisation had been adamant on a non-violent response. Fearing that a white reaction would only allow the rogue government the excuse for even worse abuses.Their children and guests were already hidden around the farmhouse.During the Independence struggle most white owned farmhouses had built in hidey holes to hide the family and valuable possessions. With the recent upsurge in violence most farmers had stocked and cleaned up these bolt holes left over from the war. Hopefully.