She was carried in the arms of a strong moustached man to his shop. Becky sat there head on hands surrounded by sausages and jars of preserved wares, ...t was a butchers or similar. The villagers crowded in and she felt a little foolish."Please there no need I'm fine." She said embarrassed by all the attention and the spectacular entrance she had made.The people looked concerned. They all appeared pleasant enough mostly young, smiling reassuring her in what sounded like German or some similar. " "When your mummy spanks you, would you like to lick her bottom?' "Oh no, Mary." "What about you sister Mary, would you like to lick her bottom?' "I'm not sure, I probably would" "OK, kneel down behind me I want your tongue right inside me, you are going to be there at least 10 minutes and I want to feel your tongue working hard all the time or you will pay for it with my cane and strap." David went to work as Mummy rose and removed her dressing gown. She was wearing a night dress very similar. I re-read Schnitzler’s Leutnant Gustl again. It is quite amazing in its brevity. He saw the Austrian crisis at the turn of the century and the impending collapse of the Imperial dream. Bored at the opera, Gustl muses about which women are flirting with him; the fact that there are too many Jews in the army, which is the reason for “all this anti-Semitism”; and an upcoming duel with a doctor who made an unflattering remark about the military. After the concert, impatient in the coat check queue,. "What I said last night, I meant. And I know you're trying to do the right thing right now. I get that. But ask yourself this: when do I get to make a decision about my love life? If not today, when I'm past my eighteenth birthday, then when? Nineteen? Twenty-three? I think I was mature and self-aware at fifteen, personally, but OK. A hundred and fifty years ago I'd have chosen a husband by now, or had one chosen for me, be married with at least one child, and maybe another on the way. I'd be.