.. If I studied harder..."He followed her dreams. Not dreams, nightmares. A series of fragmentary glimpses, horror followed by horror, a girl trapped ...n a family tradition of Sunday services and Sunday school and church picnics and outings and a long summer camp where Father Bernard followed. Glimpses of afternoon "chastening sessions" in Father Bernard's office; an evening of painful invasion in Father Bernard's cabin at church camp; rough-handed groping and violations tumbling one after. She eyed up the general proportions of Gordon as he lay awaiting her venom. She was ecstatic."Yes, Yes! I have an elasticated suit at home which will fit you nicely!" Gordon could only guess at what she meant, but feared the worst as he noted the dog-masked cur with head held low.Maria wasted no further time, she grinned with pleasure as she brought the wicked rattan down without mercy, Gordon howled with pain as a vicious red wheal blossomed across his ass as though someone had drawn a line. So, I pulled out my burner phone and rang Kristol’s number, pausing first to think about what a real Katja would say. She was an invented person, supposedly Hans’ intern, and I had been here for Ivan and Kristol in Berlin.“Good day, this is Kristol.”“H…hello, Kristol? This is… Katja.”“Katja! Hello! How lovely to hear from you! How are you?”I waited a couple of seconds, then said, “Oh… I’m… fine. How…how are you?”“I’m very well, thank you, Katja.”I paused for a moment, as if uncertain what to. There was no doubt what Lexi was or who he belonged to. "Max" was displayed on his belt, on his collar, on his ears. By the time they stopped in a small restaurant for a light dinner, Lexi felt totally owned, totally submissive to Max. Their waiter was blatantly gay. He stared at Lexi with eyes of lust."Your boy is very pretty." The waiter complimented Max."Yes, my sissy is quite a looker." Max said proudly.Lexi couldn't wait to get out of there. He felt a great sense of relief when Max led him.