He was very matter of factly as he fastened her to the heavy iron yoke but he showed no impatience or harshness. He even smiled at her.There she stood...in the pen locked in a heavy yoke that weighted on her shoulders and cut into her flesh. I was devastated and looked on in horror as I realized what it meant. My beloved Miro was to be taken away from me.The brute slapped her buttocks and made her move forward. I rose to my feet and stood at the bars and watched as she was led to the big door in. That leaves two in private hands. One of these I’m certain isn’t available. That Greek oil chap, Nikolaides, owns it. He doesn’t part with anything. That leaves the fourth and that has a very interesting little history. “Now this one was brought out of Russia by a Wehrmacht officer during the latter stages of World War Two. Unusually, for those times, it wasn’t looting. Seems that this German chappie had saved a monastery from the attentions of the SS. Apparently he was the religious type and. I was relieved when I arrived, nothing went wrong. I made it without being pulled over by the police, or my car breaking down. Part of the thrill was that I knew if I were to get caught, I would suffer the greatest embarrassment and humiliation of my life. Deep down I want that kind of degradation. I don't know why.My hands perspired, my heart palpitated; I got out of my car and looked around. The parking lot was full. I could tell the place was packed. Nervously my hands shook as I placed my. Unsurprisingly, Danny still slept. She went to the bathroom, briefly, also without turning on any lights, and wiped herself down with a damp cloth. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw that Danny was finally beginning to stir and smiled to herself.?????She climbed on the bed and leaned over him, knees on either side of his hips, hands by his head. Bending over, she kissed him gently before picking up the blindfold. It was one of those they gave you for long flights, to cover your eyes.