‘Last night was exhausting. I didn’t even know a person could bend like that. I’m sure you slept just as good as I did once you caught your brea...h. Maybe your stamina could use some work.’ With each sentence, his eyes grew wider and I took mercy. ‘Calm down, we didn’t sleep together. I know I’m not a fucking Barbie but damn, I’m not that bad!’ From the look on his face, he was finally getting his shit together. ‘Shit, I’m sorry.’ He ran a hand through his golden hair and looked nervous, like he. “Atlas DeWitt. ex-SpetNaz Officer, Commanding Officer of a KGB secret act unit. Work history includes people of insane diamensions, such as Middle Eastern Warlords to even Vladimir Putin himself. She then found another folder. This one read “WORK 1987”. Just as she opened the file, the door was heard opening.“Hey Katy, told you I’d be back-“Atlas turned his head and saw Kate looking at the pictures from the work at Berlin.He dropped the cake he was holding and rushed to close the laptop from. They were large caliber guns designed for bear, elk and moose. They were so nice, I was envious. They both got hunting clothes and foul-weather boots. They even got battery heated long johns. Jason had given my dad a new set of very expensive golf clubs. I guess Dad had finally made the turn at his golf game. You can teach old dog new tricks.Carl opened a box to find a new navy attaché case. We girls had gone together to get him an engraved pen, pencil and letter opener set. Wendy and us girls. “Thank you, Hans,” said Melissa. “Release them, if you please.”The leathern bonds came away, the limbs were lowered.“Up... up... off there... and kneel before your Mistress,” came the barked commands.Weeping unrestrainedly, Maria and Heidi knelt before Melissa, hideously conscious of the rings which now dangled from them. It was a horrifying sensation... with an a****l-like quality about it. One thought of cattle with rings.“Are you beginning to realise that you are truly slaves?” enquired.