‘Father,’ she repeated as she shook his shoulder. Even through his nightshirt she could feel that he was cold. He had died during the night in his...sleep. Virginia felt the room dip and begin to spin before she collapsed to the floor. When she awoke, she was lying on her bed, and Violet was sitting by her, holding her hand. Her eyes were red and puffy ‘Ginny, I’m so sorry,’ she said. She sat up in the bed. She was silent for a few moments. ‘I’m all alone now, Vi,’ she whispered as tears silently. ’ ‘I knew you would,’ she said, ‘abra cadabra, allakazam and presto your little sweet gherkin has become a big, salty dill.’ ‘You’re sure about that,’ I said. ‘I’ll be positive as soon as I’ve tasted it.’ ‘I can hardly wait.’ ‘Hard seems to be a very apt and very delightful description,’ she said, ‘but before we continue let’s get more comfortable.’ She stood up and said, ‘Follow me.’ I stood up and followed her into her bedroom. The bedspread was already turned back and the sheets looked crisp. 5 years. We weren't the kind of couple holding hands - we stayed at her apartment most of the time and forgot the world around us and the time passing by during these long nights of ecstasy.More than 2.5 years later, it was clear that my time in Dortmund was about to end soon. My Master's degree was close and I was about to move to Berlin afterwards. Malee also mentioned that she had to travel to Thailand in a couple of months. She hadn't visited her home country in many years, but now there. But tell me, what do you, in a perfect situation, see happening to you?" I just want to be pushed beyond my limits. I want to be fucked and used in every imaginable way in order to please you all. I love being used. I don't know why it is that I do, but I just love it. It seems that the more degrading, the more humiliating, the better it is for me. I know it may sound weird, but I almost like being treated like an object. I enjoy being treated like a girl, or more specifically, like a slut..