"After several more minutes of chatter, explaining to Marianne what theywere talking about, Omar guided the conversation towards the eventsscheduled f...r tomorrow. Omar started off, "Tomorrow, I must report forduty and Mademoiselle, you are to breakfast with the Corporeal. He isgoing to pick you up at about 8:30 and after breakfast he is going totake you on grand tour of the area and then he will take you to myheadquarters where you will get a set of identification papers.Beatrice will start. "Kneel Stephanie," she commanded. I obeyed falling quickly to my knees. Patting my head she said. "That's a good sissy. Stay just like that, while I explain." "Stephen is not a faggot girls. He's really a female trapped inside a males body. I spotted his femininity the first week I moved here. Being new I had to try out all the cocks this place had to offer. Like you I'm tire of being shit on. How many times has your so called boyfriend forced you to give him head. Then when you suggest they do. Natasha had heard that the Abbot there had beaten a number of people of late. Oliver telephoned the Monastery and made an appointment to meet with the Abbot;when he hung up he looked at Natasha and asked if she really wanted this;"Yes,lets do it!",was her response.The following Tuesday morning Oliver and Natasha went to the Monastery.They entered through the old gates and before long found themselves sitting on a long ,hard wooden bench,in a long corridor outside a door.There was a name plate. I picked it up, and it was Gerta telling me that I had a phone call. I asked her who it was, and she told me it was the Connor girl."Tell her I don't want to speak with her." Shatze, she's crying." Good. I still don't want to talk to her." I'll tell her you'll call her back?" No. Don't tell her anything except I don't want to talk to her. Tell her I told you to ask her to quit calling me here." Gerta didn't say anything, and my line went dead, with no dial tone. I hung it up and tried to figure.