As the guard took away my empty tray, the look he gave me was something horrible, as if I was something he’d stepped in, on the pavement outside. The major put the tray on the floor beside my bed, with the words, “Breakfast mein liebling,” and walked away, to allow me peace to eat my breakfast. No man had gotten into my panties because I was a good girl, and a good girl didn’t give away her virginity until her wedding night. Nor did I want to be forced into being an officer’s mistress, which would have been no better than rape anyway. “Yes, that is probably exactly what I need. I’d have loved to have been able to go outside, into Mistress’ little garden and sunbathe, even if just for one day, but I knew it couldn’t be, so I asked for something I hadn’t seen in months; a big chocolate bar. His brother was in a local prison, and as long as the racketeer did what Mistress wanted, she promised to take good care of his brother. “Fine,” I replied, “but it was a little cold
