10 days." Ten crazy days and 5 glorious night," I give his neck a playful nip."Note," he tease me back as he swats my ass. "And you can't count." Poop...r," I retort but I go to the mantle where the is a note waiting for me. I quickly scan it. "Oh how sweet, Gwen wants to have dinner. She and Stasia want to thank me." Good for you," he congratulates me. "I wasn't sure you could readÓ, he adds."What do you mean?" I am curious at his shock at my reading abilities."I sometimes think you don't know. And on we rode, me too terrified to protest as the huge beast hurdled through the night, this strange man and one very frightened bride atop him.We hurtle through a gate and into a cobblestoned courtyard. He hands me down to a servant, naked and screaming my lover’s name, and he dismounts, throws me over his back and carries up a winding stair lit by guttering torches. I pound my fists on his back but it is as if he feels nothing.Finally we enter a huge chamber with a bed covered with fur. After all, volunteering to become meat had always been seen as desirable, that society expected women to put themselves on the line for the ultimate good of everyone else. She had always thought that it was a much more pleasurable experience than it really was. However now Annie started to recognize that it was a sham, that she had been brainwashed her whole life into thinking that maybe becoming a meatgirl was a good thing. She felt a swell of regret in her stomach at throwing her life away so. .. because Bob didn't speak German.Or he hadn't before he'd made his Christmas Eve jump.It wasn't that he couldn't think of anything else. It wasn't that at all. It was just that things Santa kept intruding into his normal life.It was six months later that the final straw fell on the camel's back, the straw that would eventually break Bob.It started when he asked a girl named Melanie out on a date. She was a sergeant who worked at the Army Post Office. He had tried, one night, to blot out.