Angela Schmidt, or simply Geli as she preferred, was very attractive and she knew it. The forty-four year old woman held the edge of her door with her...left hand high. Her right hand rested on her hip as she offered the man a petulant smile."You're late," she said. "I was thinking of going out." I was delayed," Wolfgang shrugged, removing his hand from behind his back. "It's not so easy to find roses in Berlin this time of year." A gentleman!" Geli laughed lightly, making her suddenly seem. I should note that, just as with instant message conversations, it had occurred to me that the other person might be "faking" some or all of what was going on. I'd known myself to exaggerate or pretend in response to others via IM, and so I had always given the benefit of the doubt to my interlocutors as well. But, I thought, even if she was just writing fiction, this was still so wildly real to me, because it was still so clearly my real sister with whom I was corresponding, and apparently,. She was also forced to drink a whole litre of water, and not allowed to pee during the night. Now her bladder is full, but she has been warned that if she should wet herself any time during the procedure, she will definitely regret for the rest of her life.What they want of her is a list of the names of her accomplices. They promised they would not stop her pain and shame until she gives in.The procedure begins with 4 hard and quick swishes of a thick rattan cane on her bare bottom. She lets. They think that they can't speak their mind or say anything. Because every time, the same response is, "when is Julie's mom gonna get a stick in her ass because we're not being prim and proper."My wife stood there with her mouth open."I can't believe you just said that," she said.Julie looked at her."You always said don't ask a question unless you want an answer. Well, I gave it to you, and you still didn't want it." Julie said. And then she absolutely stunned me."I don't know how the hell dad.