"Junior pondered this a moment..."…yeeeahhh... but Boss...that was only a delirious dream brought on by guzzling so much Cognac and Whisky last nigh..., and a heightened sense of delusion by getting yourself cross-faded when you lit that FAT-ASS blunt and laced your Kush-Kibbies with Crystallized strains of purp-scurp ---don't you think you’re over-reacting a little bit to go chasing off after some Fool’s Fairy-tale dream of a Cargo-Hold filled with 40 vestal Virgins who need to be de-flowered. Same damn sissycourses only a bit harder this time. Secretarial studies spent more timein learning how to correctly and quickly transcribe complex dictation.Home Ec required more time learning how to sew and embroider. Choir sawme moved in with the sopranos as my voice had stabilized in its higherregister. The choir director saw to it that I continued using thatthroat spay to keep my voice from breaking. I thought the idea stupid.My voice didn't get any deeper like I thought it was suppose. Oh God, I will not be disobedient anymore, whoosh, I will not look at my Mistress anymore with horny eyes, whoosh, I will obey all the rules, whoosh, I will not eat anymore without permission, whoosh, I will ask permission to go the bathroom, whoosh, 24, 25, 26 I keep counting in my mind and drift off to subspace. Then suddenly the pain stops and I see my wife kneel with her head to the floor and Marit comes walking in, wrapped in a white towel, her hair still dripping a little bit. She stands. “Mister Petrov?” She inquired. Mikhail Petrov was the person who had invited her to the meeting, and it was only her intuition that deduced this was him.“Miss Jelic, how good of you to come, and if you don’t mind me saying …” his lecherous gaze devoured her breasts, before adding, “… you are looking spectacular… please come this way.”Yulia nodded and, as Petrov stepped aside to allow her entry, she walked past him to the interior of his office feeling his gaze stripping her of every last stitch.